What do you want from me? I stand before you, no attempt to leave I'm too tired to disagree I stand before you no chance, I'll believe this warning Oh
She'll be comin' 'round the mountain When she comes, Yoohoo! She'll be comin' 'round the mountain When she comes, Yoohoo! She'll be comin' 'round
You wanted your freedom, well, man look around Now you're trapped by her memory and the cold hauntin' sound Of your restless heart, she never could take
Come on mamma, put your good dress on The night is young and we're goin' downtown Where faces come and faces go It ain't very far you know Come on mamma
The king beneath the mountains The king of carven stone The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden His harp shall
1. Auf jenem Berge da möcht ich wohnen auf jenem Berge da möcht ich sein. : Rosa Rosa Rosa Rosa mein ach könnt' ich ewig bei dir sein
(SOLO GUITAR INTRO) lately I've felt a little crazy like I do when that moon's gettin' full is there a change in the air or the way that I care how
Lately I've felt a little crazy Like I do when that moon's gettin' full Is there a change in the air or the way that I care How can I explain how I feel
(GUITAR INTRO) when that moon is on the rise and the light gets in your eyes and stirs somethin' that used to lie inside you 'till you ask why
Her memory was a mountain As tall as it was wide It cast a cold dark shadow Across this heart of mine I tried to rise above it Might have rolled a stone
As the doors all close And the wind blows rows And the moonlight flows Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere. As the stars collide And the horsemen glide And my mind
Go tell it on the mountain, over the hill and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain, to let My people go Who's that yonder dressed in red, let My people
I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man And I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian So I took my leave there And I crossed the
Carrie, darlin', Carrie, Carrie Brown, I cry If I can't marry Carrie Brown, believe I'd rather die Believe I'd rather die, boys, believe I'd rather die
Leroy was a farmer and an honest man Would have lived in Oklahoma all his days He just wanted left alone to work a piece of land But a hard wind come
Come on pretty baby, won't you take me by the hand? I thought maybe that I could be your man And for a while, we could go in style Come on, we're goin
Help rollin', 1, 2 You know what to do I'm a Harlan man Went down in the mine when I was barely grown It was easy then ?Cause I didn't know what I know
1, 2, 3, 4 I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys This ain't never been