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Sing My Heart (1939)
01:27
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Go on and sing my heart
You know it's spring my heart
So why not show it?
Pretend you're glad my heart
Although you're sad my heart
She mustn't know it
Remember, love is not an easy game
No two hearts ever beat quite the same
Go on and dance my heart
This is romance my heart
So keep pretending
Do not despairt my heart
We still may share my heart
That happy ending
If it's to be, we soon shall see
And if it's not to be,
No power on earth can make it so
Go on and sing my heart
You know it's spring my heart
For if you sing, she'll never know!
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Gum Tree Canoe (1847)
02:58
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On the Tom Big Bee River so bright I was born
In a hut made of husks of the tall yellow corn
It was there I first spied my Julah so true
And I rowed her about in my gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
All day in the fields of soft cotton I’d hoe
And I'd think of my Julah and sing as I go
I’d catch her a bird with a wing of true blue
And at night sail around in my gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
With my hands on my banjo and a toe on the oar
I'd sing to the sound of the river’s soft roar
While the bright stars shone down on my Julah so true
And they danced in her eyes on my gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
One day the old river took us so far away
That we couldn’t get back, so we thought we’d just stay
We spied us a ship with a flag of true blue
And it took us in tow in our gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
Singing row away row o’er the waters so blue
Like a feather we’ll float in our gum tree canoe
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If you miss the train I’m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
Lord I’m one, Lord I’m two,
Lord I’m three, Lord I’m four,
Lord I’m five hundred miles away from home
Away from home, away from home,
Away from home, away from home,
Lord I’m five hundred miles away from home
Not a shirt on my back,
Not a penny to my name.
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way,
This a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can’t go a-home this a-way.
If you miss the train I’m on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
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Hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Well, I wouldn't mind the hanging
But the layin' in the grave so long, poor boy
I've been all around this world
Been all around Cape Girardeau
Parts of Arkansas
All around Cape Girardeau
Parts of Arkansas
Well, I've been so goddamn hungry
I could hide behind a straw, poor boy
I've been all around this world
I went up on the mountain
There I made my stand
I went up on the mountain
There I made my stand
With a rifle on my shoulder,
And a dagger in my hand, poor boy
I've been all around this world
Put the rope around my neck
Hung me up so high
Put the rope around my neck
Hung me up so high
The last words I heard him say
Won't be long now for you die, poor boy
I've been all around this world
So hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Hang me, oh hang me
I'll be dead and gone
Well, I wouldn't mind the hanging
But the layin' in the grave so long, poor boy
I've been all around this world
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Gentle On My Mind:
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you in the back-roads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever
Gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When I walk along some rail-road track and find
That your still there on the back-roads, by the rivers of my memory
And for hours your just gentle on my mind
Oh the wheatfields, and the clotheslines
And the junkyards, and the highways
Come between us
Or some other woman crying to her mother
Cause she turned and I was gone
Oh I still might run in silence
Tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I pull my cup of soup from a gurgling, cracking, cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile, and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands, round the tin can, I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're still there on the backroads, by the rivers of my memory, ever smiling
Ever gentle on my mind
Down By The Salley Gardens:
Down by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
with her would not agree.
In a field by the river
my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder
she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy,
as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish,
and now am full of tears.
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Riddell Productions Wellington, New Zealand
Riddell Productions was founded in 2014 by Stephen & Amanda Riddell.
Stephen is a folk
singer-songwriter and sound engineer who plays piano, guitar and harmonica.
Amanda is a virtuosa guitarist and composer who enjoys playing show music from the golden age of Broadway.
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