Lyrics:
There were seven sons and two of them twins
There were seven sons in Yarrow
And they all did fight for their own true love
In the dewy, dewy dens
There was a lady in the north, I ne'er could find her marrow, She was courted by nine gentlemen and a ploughboy lad from Yarrow. These nine sat
my window It was gleaming through her blouse
She laid down beside me
We spent the day entranced
(Yarrow, yarrow, yarrow she said to me
I am a wounded
There was a lady in the North
You scarce would see her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a ploo-boy lad frae Yarrow
Oh nine sat drinkin
you're gonna find another, yeah yeah
My little yarrow lover
You're like lavender in summer time and I'll miss the days when you were mine
cnd I loved it
for tomorrow
If I get sick I'll make tea out of yarrow
I was born innocent
I let my grass grow thin
If I don't like what I see
I will just let be what
trials From the break of dawn till dusk
So I made you a soup the best way I Know how
Vervain
Mixed it up with yarrow
To blow your mind
Almost insane,
Gone the Rainbow
Performer:Peter, Paul & Mary
Composer :Peter Yarrow / Mary Travers / Noel Paul Stookey / Milton Okun
Lyricist :Peter Yarrow / Mary
Cruel War
Performer:Peter, Paul & Mary
Composer :Peter Yarrow / Paul Stookey
Lyricist :Peter Yarrow / Paul Stookey
The cruel war is raging johnny
Mon Vrai Destin
Performer:Peter, Paul & Mary
Composer :Noel C Paul Stookey / Mary Alin Travers / Peter Yarrow
Lyricist :Noel C Paul Stookey / Mary
I have lost
My love I have lost
And I will never lose again
My yarrow and yew
My yarrow and yew
drinking wine
With a hint of yarrow
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Don't worry
Nothing happened with me
And the veteran's wife
Don't worry
I'm not trying to
Cause
drinking wine
With a hint of yarrow
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Don't worry
Nothing happened with me
And the veteran's wife
Don't worry
I'm not trying to
Cause
The spinners of yarrow
Makers of bone
Dance in the courtyard
Through cracks in the stone
The spinners of yarrow
Makers of clay
Dance in
The sorrows boil away down to the marrow
Feeding the broth
While keeping my own cup full
I leave you with my yarrows
I leave you with my
My, ya-arrows
I leave
would not have their shoes of red
Nor would they have them yellow.
But they would have their shoes of green
To ride through the streets of Yarrow.
They
Puff (The Magic Dragon) [Live]
唱︰鄧惠欣 / 李國祥 / 韋綺珊 / 陳德彰 / 李麗蕊 / 杜雯惠
曲︰Peter Yarrow / Leonard Lipton
詞︰Peter Yarrow / Leonard Lipton
(嗱)
(跟住為大家唱呢隻
you want to drink from the golden fountain
Shine on me again!
Yeah!
[Chorus]
Everybody!
[Chorus]
Words and Music by Peter Yarrow
(New words & music by DeCormier/Stookey/Yarrow/Travers)
Children go where I send thee: how shall I send thee?
Well, I'm gonna send thee one by one
Come the evening of my days
The dark birds in the trees and in her garden
I think I'll be there somewhere too
The yarrow by my head where I have
in a bow
Toddle and roll
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine?
It was the summer of scent, yarrow and mint. How could I forget the slight still scent of blue vervain or common plantain? I learned to know
head
Stranded in a forest, decipher what I seek
Pacing through the meadows, shaken by a shreak
A woman in the yarrows, she lurks within the trees
In my
my thoughts collide)
In a sorry world my flesh restores
Yarrows blooming over bloody shores
A symmetrical wound my skin’s hollowed out
And my pain has
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