Send In The Clowns Judy Collins

Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air.. Where are the clowns? Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move... Where are the clowns?

Send In The Clown Judy Collins

Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air Where are the clowns? Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move Where are the clowns?

Like A Rolling Stone Judy Collins

Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

Hard Lovin' Loser Judy Collins

twenty pounds Of counter weights and Sinking in the sea like a stone He's the kind of soldier Got no sense of direction And they send him In the jungle alone But when the Frost's on the pumpkin And the

Dress Rehearsal Rag Judy Collins

you were the crown prince Of all the wheels in Ivory town Look at your body now Where there's nothing much to say And a bitter voice in the mirror says Hey prince, you need a shave Now if you can manage

Bonnie Boy Is Young Judy Collins

The trees they grow tall, the grass is growing green Many a cold and winter night that I alone have been It is a cold and cruel night when I must lie alone The Bonny Boy is young, but he is growing Oh

The Holly And The Ivy (Live Version) Judy Collins

When they are both full grown, Of all trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown: O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in

In The Hills Of Shiloh Judy Collins

Have you seen Amanda Blaine in the hills of Shiloh Wandering in the morning rain through the hills of Shiloh Have you seen her at her door listening for the cannon's roar And the man who went to war from

Cruel Mother Judy Collins

There was a lady lived in the North Oh, the rose and the linsie O She fell in love with her faither's clerk Down by the greenwood sidie, O He courted her a year and a day Oh, the rose and the linsie O

Blowin' In The Wind Judy Collins

How many roads must a man walk down Before they call him a man How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand How many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned

My Father Judy Collins

My father always promised us That we would live in France We'd go boating on the Seine And I would learn to dance We lived in Ohio then He worked in the mines On his dreams like boats We knew we

The Rose Judy Collins

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need I say love, it is a flower and

Albatross Judy Collins

The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard All the way from town She watches

Song For Martin Judy Collins

"In Rough Rock, Arizona he lived for many years alone A gangly kid from Colorado, who could sing the sweetest songs I first heard Woody's songs from him in a cabin in the snow Seems like it was yesterday

In The Heat Of The Summer Judy Collins

In the heat of the summer When the pavements were burning The soul of a city was ravaged in the night After the city sun was sinkin' Now no one knows how it started Why the windows were shattered But deep

The Fallow Way Judy Collins

I'll learn to love the fallow way When winter draws the valley down And stills the rivers in the storm And freezes all the little brooks Time when our steps slow to the song Of falling flakes and crackling

Come Away Melinda Judy Collins

Mommy, mommy, come and look and see what I have found A little way away from here while digging in the ground Come away, Melinda Come in and close the door It's nothing but a picture book they had before

Bright Morning Stars Judy Collins

Bright morning stars are rising Bright morning stars are rising Bright morning stars are rising Day is breaking in my soul Bright morning stars are rising The night is almost gone The sycamores are bending

Twelve Gates To The City Judy Collins

Three gates in the east, three gates in the west Three gates in the north, three gates in the south That makes twelve gates to the city, hallelujah Oh, what a beautiful city Oh, what a beautiful city Oh

Grandaddy Judy Collins

Grandaddy look at the gypsies dancing in the firelight Burning so brightly How do they keep themselves warm on such a night See all the fiddlers twirling while he plays his violin Laughing and shouting

Pirate Jenny Judy Collins

You gentlemen can watch while I'm scrubbin' the floor And I'm scrubbin' the floor while you're gawking And maybe once you tipped me and it made you feel swell In a ratty waterfront in this ratty-old hotel

Jingle Bells (Live Version) Judy Collins

Jingle all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh.

Democracy (New Recording) Judy Collins

It's coming through a hole in the air From those nights in Tienanmen Square It's coming from the feel That this ain't exactly real Or it's real but it ain't exactly there From the wars against disorder

Lark In The Morning Judy Collins

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest And goes off in the air with the dew on her breast Like a jolly plough boy she whistles and she sings And comes home in the evening with the dew on her wings

I Believe In You Judy Collins

you They show me to the door They say, "Don't come back no more" 'Cause I don't be like they'd like me to And I walk out on my own A thousand miles from home But I don't feel alone 'cause I believe in

Farewell To Tarwathie Judy Collins

Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades

Farewell Judy Collins

Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades

Angel On My Side Judy Collins

I didn't know if there were clouds or fire in the sky, I didn't want to live if I could die. Somewhere down the line I found myself up on that road, Where the devil led me, I would go.

Che Judy Collins

"One morning in Bolivia The leader of the partisans and two of his companions Were forced to flee the mountains for their lives Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little roads The peasants

Born To The Breed Judy Collins

What will your mother think but I hear the guineas clink?

Secret Gardens Judy Collins

"My grandmother's house is still there But it isn't the same A plain wooden cottage A patch of brown lawn And a fence that hangs standing And sighing in the Seattle rain I drive by with strangers And wish

Cat's In The Cradle Judy Collins

My child arrived just the other day He came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch, bills to pay He learned to walk while I was away And he was talking 'fore I knew it and as he grew

Loch Lomond Judy Collins

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where we two have passed so many blithesome days On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond O ye’ll take the high

Dens Of Yarrow Judy Collins

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 of Yarrow Oh mother dear, I dreamed a dream A dream of

Hey That's No Way To Say Goodbye Judy Collins

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm Many loved before us, I know that we are not new In city and in forest they smiled like me and

Fannerio Judy Collins

your mother think pretty Peggy O What will your mother think but I hear the guineas clink And the soldiers marchin' behind you O You shall ride in a coach pretty Peggy O You shall ride in a coach pretty

Deportee/ Plane Wreck At Los Gatos Judy Collins

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border To pay all their money to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan,

Michael From Mountains Judy Collins

Michael wakes you up with sweets He takes you up streets and the rain comes down Sidewalk markets locked up tight And umbrellas bright on a grey background There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns

Marat / Sade Judy Collins

but holes and millions of them Living in holes Dying in holes Holes in our bellies and Holes in our clothes Marat we're poor And the poor stay poor Marat don't make us wait any more We want our rights

Holly Ann Judy Collins

velvet red for a lover's bed Living north of San Francisco With a man who built his house alone Living peaceful in the country The lights of the golden gate will lead her home She is a spinner In her

Memory Judy Collins

"Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory?

Golden Apples Of The Sun Judy Collins

I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head Cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry to a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth like stars were flickering out I dropped

The Night Comes On (New Recording) Judy Collins

in Egypt When they signed this agreement That nobody else had to die There was this terrible sound And my father went down With a terrible wound in his side He said, Try to go on Take my books, take my

Plaisir D'Amour Judy Collins

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment Cha grin d'amour dure toute la vie The joys of love are but a moment long The pain of love endures the whole life Your eyes kissed mine I saw the love in them shine

Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye Judy Collins

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm Many loved before us, I know that we are not new In city and in forest they smiled like me and

Great Selchie Of Shule Skerry Judy Collins

In Norway, there sits a maid By lou, my baby, she begins Little know I my child's father Or if land or sea he's livin' in Then there arose at her bed feet And a grumbly guest I'm sure it was he Saying

Poor Immigrant Judy Collins

by Bob Dylan I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone.

Fisherman Song Judy Collins

The fisherman are pitching pennies In the sand beside the sea The sunrise hits their oilskin boots And their painted boats and me They seem to know the ocean Like a man knows a woman She makes him wait

Fishermen Song (LP Version) Judy Collins

The fisherman are pitching pennies In the sand beside the sea The sunrise hits their oilskin boots And their painted boats and me They seem to know the ocean Like a man knows a woman She makes him

The First Noel (Live Version) Judy Collins

The first Noel the angel did say was to certain poor shepards in fields as they lay: in fields where they lay a keeping their sheep on a cold winter's night that was so deep.