Lyrics:
can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world and make things fair
The least that I can do
The least that I can
can't walk on water
I can't save your sons and daughters
Well, I can't change the world and make things fair
The least that I can do
The least that I can
a blue flashing light
Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight
As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse
The wind blows away all of yesterday's news
Well
and rejoice
For the love that He has given us all
Children of God, by the blood of His Son
We have been redeemed and we can be called
Children of God
a blue flashing light
Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight
As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse
The wind blows away all of yesterday's news
All the way down
She went all the way, all the way
She showed me love a hundred ways
How she pimped and how she paid
All the daughters, all
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipes and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like
Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
we only have love
We can melt all the guns
And then give the new world
To our daughters and sons
If we only have love
With our arms opened wide
Then
lover her still!
The bootlegger's daughter and I love her still!
Tell me wont ya come out tonight!?
I danced all night with a bottle in my hand!
Words and music by Pete Seeger
Sailng down my golden river
Sun and water all my own
Yet I was never alone
Sun and water, old life givers
L'll have
Money makes a man and that's a crime
If we all were rich, we'd spend more time
With our daughters and sons, they're losing their minds
We all feel
and daughters arise in this place
And all being led by the Spirit of God
For all, He calls us His
And all being led by the Spirit of God
For all, He calls us His
and be gayo
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
and be gayo
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress
time
Put on all your armor
March yourself in line
Swallow all your feelings
'Cause it's coming down to hit tonight
The bad news has arrived
It's
sons and daughters
Another failed attack, there is no turning back
Blood, running down like water
'Cause people gotta wait
Until the judgment comes
Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
It's about to be a joyous one
It's Christmas Day, yeah
(And I'm so excited)
I'm so excited to open gifts
(To open all
Oh my John, the sweetest one, me-o, my-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight
nothing 'bout daughters
And sons be damned
The rest of the buttons are pushing themselves to an early grave
Partial schemes pleasure schemes business shemes
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
the kite
We in love with the rally, but they had to have the clothes
Tonight we unified society, all my sisters and my bros
Against the wind, they gon'
might
Challenge you I guess
When your daughter tries out for the football team
And your son tries on her dress
And you start to think that the devil's
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