Eric Andersen piosenki

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out...

In the cattails, a maid did dwell, She sang sweet songs, but she loved as well; She was a bit over five feet tall, And she loved no man, for she loved them all. In her bed many hours we lay While the north winds'd blow and the sparrows'd play And in my...

Come to my bedside, my darling. Come over here and close the door. Won't you lay your body soft and close beside me And drop your petticoat upon the floor? I waited for you, oh, such a long time. I tried to grow and be a better man. If you knew your love has...

Chorus: I’m going away my baby, I’m gonna leave you pretty gal For a train passed by while you lay sleeping I’ll write you a letter on a dusty boxcar wall I once had a love in old Kentucky I once had a love in sunny Tennessee But a New York gal brought me pai...

So I don't really know if I'm leavin' I can't really seem to find a reason For wakin' up in an empty bed, 'cause I don't know that everything's been said. Are you askin' that I catch the train of grievin', or ride upon a magic moonbeam wind? Are you ask...

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn Fro...

Have you heard about a country where the rivers run free, That's a place where I think you ought to go Where the corn stands high, tall as the sky, On the great plains of Old Nebrasky–O. In school I read of men who died by the gun, But not of those who d...

In the cattails, a maid did dwell, She sang sweet songs, but she loved as well; She was a bit over five feet tall, And she loved no man, for she loved them all. In her bed many hours we lay While the north winds'd blow and the sparrows'd play And in my hand s...

Is the grass still growin' green upon the meadow, Is the sand still soft where the tidal rivers flow— Do the redwoods ever ask you where I've been Do they ask you where went their lonely friend? Please tell them for me I still remember them. Please tell t...

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four, He fights with missiles and with spears. He's all of thirty-one, he's only seventeen, Been a soldier for a thousand years. He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain, A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew. He knows h...