Words and music by Peter Yarrow, 1969
Tell me why you're crying my son,
I know you're frightened like everyone.
Is it the thunder in the distance you fear?
Will it help if I stay very near
I am here.
And if you take my hand my son,
All will be well when the day is done,
And if you take my hand my son,
All will be well when the day is done.
Day is done, Day is done, Day is done, Day is done.
Do you ask why I'm sighing, my son?
You shall inherit what mankind has done.
In a world filled with sorrow and woe,
If you ask me why this is so...
I really don't know.
And if you ...
Tell me why you're smiling, my son,
Is there a secret you can tell everyone?
Do you know more than those that are wise?
Can you see what we all must dis-guise
Through your loving eyes?
And if you ...
Do Lord, O do Lord, O do remember me (Oh Lordy)
Do Lord, O do Lord, O do remember me (Hallelujah)
Do Lord, O do Lord, O do remember me
Look a way beyond the blue (horizon).
I took my Jesus as my saviour, You take Him, too. (Oh Lordy)
I took my Jesus as my saviour, You take Him, too. (Hallelujah)
I took my Jesus as my saviour, You take Him, too.
Look a way beyond the blue (horizon).
Do Lord, etc.
I've got a home in glory land that outshines the Sun, etc.
Do Lord, etc.
Were you ever in Quebec stowing timber on the deck?
See the king in the golden crown riding on a donkey.
Heigh-ho away we go, donkey riding, donkey riding
Heigh-ho away we go, riding on a donkey.
Were you ever off the Horn where the weather's fine and warm?
See the lion and the unicorn riding on a donkey.
Heigh-ho ...
Were you ever at Cardiff's Bay, where the folks all shout
"Hooray"
Here comes John(ny) with three months pay riding on a donkey.
Heigh-ho ...
If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred
miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord, I can't go back home this way
This-a way, this-a way, this-a way, this-a way, this-a way
Lord I can't go back home this-a way
Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four
Lord, I'm five-hundred miles away from home
Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home
Lord, I'm five-hundred miles away from home
If you miss the train I'm on ...
Five little ducks that I once knew,
Fat ones, skinny ones, there were two,
But the one little duck with the feathers on his back
He ruled all the others with his "Quack, quack, quack".
Down to the water they would go,
Widdle-waddle, widdle-waddle, to and fro,
But the one ...
Into the water they would dive,
Over and other the other five
But the one ...
Oh yes he ruled all the others with his "Quack, quack,
quack".
I said he ruled all the others with his "Quack, quack,
quack".
Direction song for the underground railroad of escaping slaves, I always liked this one, but it was easy to get the verses out of order, at least for me--Al Ross
Follow the drinkin' gourd
Follow the drinkin' gourd
For the old man is a waitin' for to carry you to freedom,
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
When the sun comes up and the first quail calls
Follow the drinkin' gourd
For the old man is a waitin' for to carry you to freedom,
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
Follow ...
Now the river bank makes a might good road;
The dead trees show you the way.
Left foot, peg foot, travelin' on
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
Follow ...
Now the river ends between two hills,
Follow the drinkin' gourd,
There's another river on the other side,
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
Follow ...
Where the great big river meets the little river
Follow the drinkin' gourd,
For the sailor boy's a waitin' for to carry you to freedom.
Follow the drinkin' gourd.
Follow ...
Half the group begins. The other half begins when the first half reaches the second line.
For health and strength
and daily bread
we praise thy name
O Lord. (For health ...)
Orlean, Beaugency
Notre Dame de Clery
Vendome, Vendome
Hear the lively song
Of the frog in yonder pond
Crik, crik, crikkety crik
Brrrr....ump.