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The gallant bark Catalpa from
Fremantle town did flee
She showed The Green above The Red
As she calmly made her way
Prepared to take those Fenian men
To safety

Bottomless Well

Bobby Bare

Bobby Bare Sings Lullabys, Legends and Lies

1973

from off his eyebrows
He's dozin' in the green catalpa shade
Lord they say that Jesse Langtree's got it made

A little bit south of the Okechobee there's

Cold March and I dream of June
Under the catalpa tree in full bloom
Only in June

Sleepless nights and I dream of you
Under the catalpa tree in our

The heat won't break and geranium is pissed
The rain won't fall
The heat won't break and geranium is over it
The rain won't fall

Catalpa tree losing

and bones
Hop in the back seat
Here we go

Under the little catalpa tree
Is where I put you
With a rock that says your name
I had made for ya
And now

Beat A Drum

R.E.M.

Reveal

2001

from the felled catalpa tree
Doctorate in science and a theologian's
Dream

The dragonflies are trying to lecture me
Seahorses if we were in the sea

palatable excuse
And then cowering on every return flight
I wonder
How am I so forgiving of everyone but you and me?
Where might I be your catalpa tree?

In the sticky, summer heat
As we strolled down Ousdahl street
The wind blew steadily through the Catalpa trees
The blossoms fell softly at our feet

the rain
I'm on cornell
I bust a left
I'm on catalpa
And now i'm running
From em again
I been balling
Since a youngin
Feel like I was destined
To touch

the eastside but you know that part,
 let me take you way back to the start,
Had a hi-top, gold chains, fly rap, was a d-boy from the gem city off catalpa,
was

à l'ombre Sous les Buddleias

Le bruit de l'air dans les feuilles
Me ramène là-bas
Sous les Troènes et les Catalpas
L'odeur portée par le vent
La terre sous

through the ruins
Catalpa buds lining the path leading to you
Do you remember bathing on the balcony?
City lights blending with the canopy of stars
We made

Catalpa Waltz

Jolie Holland

Catalpa

2003

city with you
From the rising of the moon
To the falling of the dew

There's a young catalpa tree
Out behind the record store
I'll always remember

nothing left but me
With all the songs of summer sawing in the tall catalpa trees

All the rigor of a ragdoll, we're poets at our worst
Thieves at our best

A Chestnut, a Sycamore, and a Beech 
And two Catalpas to round out things 
They're a good old-fashioned tree

but I woke up
And I watched you from my window as you walked across the field
You disappeared under a Catalpa tree
And you moved just like smoke from