Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
men have gone down I'm seein' your world of people and things Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
If I had wings like Noah's dove I'd fly the river to the one I love Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well I had a man who was long and tall Moved
Bad news, bad news Came to me where I sleep Turn, turn, turn again Sayin' one of your friends Is in trouble deep Turn, turn to the rain And the wind
I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love I love you more than money and more than the stars above Love you more than madness, more
One time in London I gone out for a walk Past the place called Hyde Park where people talk About all kinds of different gods they have their point of
One time in London I'd gone out for a walk Past a place called Hyde park where people talk 'Bout all kinds of different gods, they have their point of
Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue Some words of truthful vengeance
(Mel Torme, 1946) Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like
men have gone down. I'm seein' your world of people and things, Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
If I had wings like Noah's dove I'd fly the river to the one I love Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well. I had a man, who was long and tall, Moved
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One time in London I'd gone out for a walk, Past a place called Hyde park where people talk 'Bout all kinds of different gods, they have their point of
Bad news, bad news, Come to me where I sleep, Turn, turn, turn again. Sayin' one of your friends Is in trouble deep, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind
I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love, I love you more than money and more than the stars above, Love you more than madness, more
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(Bowie) Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman I wrote a song for you About a strange young man called Dylan With a voice like sand and glue His words of truthful
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky, When the children were babies and played on the beach. You came up behind me, I saw you go by, You were
