Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells
Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well?
Tears will pour from the Golden Eagle now
He watches as your soul departs


in_the_quiet_morning

In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely h

children_and_all_that_jazz

Little Annie Fannie
Morgan and Christian
Katy and Nathan
Tommy and Zem Zem
Alex and J.J.
Tai and Ezekial
Amy and Josie
Matthew and Mosie
Sw

time_is_passing_us_by

The moon is low on the southland
The frogs are asleep on the lake
Did you know that tears run in rivulets
And hearts can repeatedly break?
And this may well be the las

if_you_were_a_carpenter

If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots you made, fo

time_rag

Ripping along towards middle age
And my music career kind of missed a page
Record sales began to drop
The management all began to hop
Not worry, they said, you'll see

myths

A myth has just been shattered
Upon the four winds scattered
Back to some storybook
From whence it came
Vicarious hearts may ache
And try to mend the break

a_song_for_david

In my heart I will wait
by the stony gate
and the little one
in my arms will sleep.
Every rising of the moon
makes the years grow late
and the love in ou

farewell_angelina

Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow
Farewell Angelina
The sky is

i_saw_the_vision_of_armies

I saw the vision of armies;
and I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags,
borne through the smoke of the battles and pierced with missiles, I saw them,
and carrie

a_stranger_in_my_place

I see the town
Where we were born,
I see the place
We were raised,
I see all the things you wanted
That I never gave.

I see sadness,
I see sorrow,

the_ballad_of_sacco_and_vanzetti,_part_one


there_but_for_fortune

Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner whose light has grown stay
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune go you or I - m

i_dreamed_i_saw_st._augustine

I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you our me,
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery.
With a blanket underneath his arm and coat solid gold,
Searching for the

speaking_of_dreams

Speaking of dreams
Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree
Playing the Gipsy Kings
After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans
With a teena