: (D. Skrabak) I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going A heavy pack upon my back, burly good with inner sad of lonliness When
and cloudy day When I saw the hearse come rolling To carry my mother away Will the circle be unbroken Bye and bye Lord bye and bye There's a better
your sweet face The past I remember time cannot erase The letter you wrote me it was written in shame And I know that your conscience still echo's my
: (N. Duschek, P. Marden) If I knew where the wild dove flew I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you Though they say you're not a brave man
: (Traditional) I am weak, but Thou art strong; Jesus, keep me from all wrong; I'll be satisfied as long As I walk, let me walk close to Thee. Just
the riches and pleasures What else could life bring But now when I'm lonesome I always pretend That I'm gettin' the feel of Hickory wind It's a hard way
of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's
leave here Monday morning Oh, I never expect to see you anymore [Chorus:] My home's across this Blue Ridge Mountains My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains My home's
: (J. Baez, G. Cole, M. Solomon) Only a tramp was Lazarus who begged. He stood by the rich man's gate. And, he begged for crumbs from the rich man to
: (Traditional) I am a poor wayfaring stranger, Wandering through this world of woe, And there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright land
(D. Skrabak) I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going A heavy pack upon my back, burly good with inner sad of lonliness When fluttered
(N. Duschek, P. Marden) If I knew where the wild dove flew I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you Though they say you're not a brave man,
(Traditional) I am weak, but Thou art strong; Jesus, keep me from all wrong; I'll be satisfied as long As I walk, let me walk close to Thee. Just a
(Traditional) I am a poor wayfaring stranger, Wandering through this world of woe, And there's no sickness, no toil or danger In that bright land to
see your sweet face The past I remember time cannot erase The letter you wrote me it was written in shame And I know that your conscience still echo's
(J. Baez, G. Cole, M. Solomon) Only a tramp was Lazarus who begged. He stood by the rich man's gate. And, he begged for crumbs from the rich man to
