A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will
You must philosophise But why must you bore me to tears? You're red around the eyes You tell me things no one else hears You spend all your time crying
The baby that the preacher gave you in the Spring Spent the winter with his finger in the undertaker's ring Oh Cajun woman, some people still call you
Dear landlord, Please don't put a price on my soul. My burden is heavy, My dreams are beyond control. When that steamboat whistle blows, I'm gonna give
My father he rides with your sheriffs And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh
Well, that big dumb blonde with Gorgeous George And Turtle, a friend of theirs, with his cheques all forged And his cheeks in a trunk with a cheese in
Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep" Turn, turn, turn again "Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
C'est pas que je te demande Que faire que tu ne jamais fais C'est seulement qu'il fait trop tard Et il fait trop noir pour trouver la porte Mais si
The river flows It flows to the sea Wherever that river goes That's where I want to be Flow river flow Let your waters wash down Take me from this road
Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I