By Karen England.
Will The Roses Bloom
(Skaggs and Rice version - http://www.songlyrics.com/ricky-skaggs-tony-rice/will-the-roses-bloom-lyrics/)
Will the roses bloom where she lies sleeping Will the flowers shed their petals there Will the dewdrops fall upon the roses Where my darling sleeps beneath the sand. Her lips were like a bunch of roses Her eyes were like the starlit sky Her hair was dark and it was curly I'll miss her 'til the day I die. I miss my darling she is sleeping Underneath the beautiful sky I miss her now since she has left me I will miss her 'til the day I die...
Lemon Tree
(Peter, Paul and Mary version - https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/peterpaulandmary/lemontree.html)
When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me, "Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree." "Don't put your faith in love, my boy", my father said to me, "I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree." Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky. We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree the music of her laughter hid my father's words from me: Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. One day she left without a word. She took away the sun. And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done. She'd left me for another, it's a common tale but true. A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you: Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat. Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Scarborough Fair/Canticle
(Simon and Garfunkel version - https://www.paulsimon.com/song/scarborough-faircanticle/ )
Are you going to Scarborough Fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
On the side of a hill in the deep forest green Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley sage rosemary and thyme Without no seams nor needle work Then she’ll be a true love of mine
On the side of a hill in the sprinkling of leaves Washes the grave with silvery tears A soldier cleans and polishes a gun Sleeps unaware of the clarion call
Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley sage rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strands Then she’ll be a true love of mine
War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions Generals order their soldiers to kill And to fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley sage rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she’ll be a true love of mine
In the Pines
This from Wikipedia - "In the Pines", also known as "Where Did You Sleep Last Night?" and "My Girl", is a traditional American folk song originating from two songs, "In the Pines" and "The Longest Train", both of whose authorship is unknown and date back to at least the 1870s. Lyrics courtesy https://www.bluegrasslyrics.com/song/in-the-pines/
The longest train I ever saw Went down that Georgia line The engine passed at six o’clock And the cab passed by at nine
In the pines, in the pines Where the sun never shines And we shiver when the cold wind blows
I asked my captain for the time of day He said he throwed his watch away A long steel rail and a short cross tie I’m on my way back home
Little girl, little girl, what have I done That makes you treat me so You caused me to weep, you caused me to mourn You caused me to leave my home
My father was an engineer Died a mile out of town His head was found in the driving gear But his body was never found
Blackberry Blossom (tune)
This from Wikipedia - "Blackberry Blossom" is a fiddle tune in the key of G major. It is classified as a "breakdown" and is popular in old time, bluegrass and Celtic traditional circles.
Dead Flowers (renamed for this one night to Dried Flowers)
By the Rolling Stones. Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards Lyrics courtesy of https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/rollingstones/deadflowers.html
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave.
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