Pete Seger 1964 USA political Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls pick them, every one When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing? Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago? Where have all the young girls gone? Gone to young men, every one When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? Where have all the young men gone, long time passing? Where have all the young men gone, long time ago? Where have all the young men gone? Gone for soldiers, every one When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? And where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing? Where have all the soldiers gone, a long long time ago? Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, every one When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago? Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, every one When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? Simon and Garfunkel 1966 UK political social 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 Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow crested ground) Without no seams nor needle work (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears) Between the salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill) And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten) Then she'll be a true love of mine 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 Leonard Cohen 1966 Canada social Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river, You can hear the boats go by you can spend the night beside her, And you know that she's half crazy but that's why you wanna be there, And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China, And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her, Then she gets you on her wavelength and she lets the river answer, That you've always been her lover. And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind, And you know that she will trust you, For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water, And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower, And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him, He said "all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them," But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone. And you want to travel with him, And you want to travel blind, And you think maybe you'll trust him, For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river, She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters, And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor, And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers, There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning, They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever, While Suzanne holds the mirror. And you want to travel with her, And you want to travel blind, And you know that you can trust her, For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. Joni Mitchell 1970 Canada political social They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel *, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees Put 'em in a tree museum * And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey farmer farmer Put away that DDT * now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took away my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Steve Goodman 1971 USA regional social Ridin' on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail; Fourteen cars and fourteen restless riders, Three conductors, twenty five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey, the train rolls out of Kankakee Ridin' past the houses, farms and fields, Passin' trains that have no names, freight yards full of old black men, The graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Good mornin' America, how are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans. I'll be gone five hundred miles 'fore the day is done. Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car, Penny a point, ain't no-one keepin' score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle, Feel the wheels a-rumblin' 'neath the floor. And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel; Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat, And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Good mornin' America, how are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans. I'll be gone five hundred miles 'fore the day is done. Nighttime on the city of New Orleans, Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Halfway home, we'll be there 'fore mornin', Through the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea. And all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream, And the steel wheels still ain't heard the news, The conductor sings his songs again, the passengers will please refrain, This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues. Good mornin' America, how are you? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans. I'll be gone five hundred miles 'fore the day is done. Ralph McTell 1969 UK regional political Have you seen the old man In the closed-down market Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride Hand held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking, She just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags. So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind In the all night cafe At a quarter past eleven, Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world Over the rim of his tea-cup, Each tea last an hour Then he wanders home alone So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind And have you seen the old man Outside the seaman's mission Memory fading with The medal ribbons that he wears. In our winter city, The rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero And a world that doesn't care So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind Dougie MacLean and Alan Roberts 1977 Scotland regional social I don't know if you can see The changes that have come over me. In these last few days I've been afraid That I might drift away So I've been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think about where I came from And that's the reason why I seem So far away today Oh, but let me tell you that I love you That I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me And now I'm going home If I should become a stranger You know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had Now I have moved and I've kept on moving Proved the points that I needed proving Lost the friends that I needed losing Found others on the way I have kissed the ladies and left them crying Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying I have traveled hard with coattails flying Somewhere in the wind Oh, but let me tell you that I love you That I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me And now I'm going home If I should become a stranger You know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had Now I'm sitting here before the fire The empty room, the forest choir The flames that could not get any higher They've withered now they've gone But I'm steady thinking my way is clear And I know what I will do tomorrow When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow Then I will disappear Oh, but let me tell you that I love you That I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me And now I'm going home If I should become a stranger You know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had Bob Dylan 1978 USA political social Gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen Keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again Don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they, they are a-changin' Come senators, Congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand at the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it's ragin' It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land Don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin' Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For your times they are a-changin' The line it is drawn And the curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Your old road Will later be past Rapidly fadin' And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin' Buffy Sainte-Marie 1964 Canada political social He's 5 foot 2 and he's 6 feet 4 He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of 31 and he's only 17. He's been a soldier for a thousand years He's a catholic, a Hindu, an atheist, a Jain A Buddhist, and a Baptist and Jew. And he knows he shouldn't kill And he knows he always will kill You'll for me my friend and me for you And He's fighting for Canada. He's fighting for France. He's fighting for the USA. And he's fighting for the Russians. And he's fighting for Japan And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way. And He's fighting for democracy, He's fighting for the reds He says it's for the peace of all. He's the one, who must decide, who's to live and who's to die. And he never sees the writing on the wall. But without him, how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau? Without him Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his body as a weapon of the war. And without him all this killing can't go on He's the universal soldier And he really is the blame His orders comes from far away no more. They come from him. And you and me. And brothers can't you see. This is not the way we put an end to war Gordon Lightfoot 1966 Canada political social In the early mornin' rain With a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long ways from home And I missed my loved one so In the early mornin' rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big seven o seven set to go Well I'm out here on the grass Where the pavement never grows Where the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend She's rolling out at last Hear the mighty engines roar See the silver wing on high She's away and westward bound For above the clouds she flies Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home In about three hours time This ol' airport's got me down It's no earthly good to me Cause I'm stuck here on the ground Cold and drunk as I might be Can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain