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1. Day is done
Composer & Author:Peter Yarrow
Tell me why you're crying my son
I know you're frightened like everyone
Is it the thunder in the distance you fear
Will it help if I stay very near, I am here
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done, day is done
Do you ask why I'm sighing my son
You shall inherit what mankind has done
In this world filled with sorrow and woe
If you ask me why this is so, I really don't know
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done, day is done
Tell me why you're smiling my son
Is there a secret you can't tell everyone
do you know more than men that are wise
Can you see what we all must disguise
Through your loving eyes
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done, day is done...
2. Circle game
Composer & Author:Joni Mitchell
Yesterday a child came out to wander,
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar.
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder,
And tearful at the falling of a star.
*And the seasons they go round and round,
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captive on the carousel of time.
We can't return,
we can only look behind from where we came,
And go round and round and round in a circle game.
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons,
Skated over ten clear frozen streams.
Words like, when you're older must appease him,
And promises of someday make his dreams.
Repeat*
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now,
Cart wheels turn to car wheels through the town.
And they tell him, take your time,
it won't be long now,
Till you drag your feet to slow the circle down.?
Repeat*
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty,
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true.
There shall be new dreams,
maybe better dreams and plenty.
Before the last revolving year is through.
Repeat* |
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