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MessageSujet: Folk   Dim 7 Mai - 21:31





    Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light
    What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
    Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
    Over the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming

    And the rockets' red glare the bombs bursting in air
    Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there
    O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

    On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
    Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes
    What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep
    As it fitfully blows now conceals, now discloses

    Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam
    N' full glory reflected now shines on the stream
    'Tis the star spangled banner O long may it wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

    And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
    That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
    A home and a country should leave us no more?
    Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep's pollution

    No refuge could save the hireling and slave
    From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave
    And the star spangled banner in triumph doth wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave
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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Dim 7 Mai - 21:39


    Gonna lay down my sword and shield
    Down by the riverside (ter)
    Gonna lay down my sword and shield
    Down by the riverside (bis)

    I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis)
    I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more.
    I ain't gonna study war no more.(ter)

    Gonna walk with the Prince of Peace
    Down by the riverside (ter)
    Gonna walk with the Prince of Peace
    Down by the riverside (bis)

    I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis)
    I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more.
    I ain't gonna study war no more (ter)

    Gonna put on my long white robe,
    Down By the riverside (ter)
    Gonna put on my long white robe,
    Down by the riverside (bis)

    I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis)
    I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more.
    I ain't gonna study war no more (ter)

    Gonna lay down my sword and shield
    Down by the riverside (ter)
    Gonna lay down my sword and shield
    Down by the riverside (bis)

    I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis)
    I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more.
    I ain't gonna study war no more (ter)
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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Dim 7 Mai - 21:44


    Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
    He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
    He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
    His truth is marching on.

    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    His truth is marching on.

    I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
    They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
    l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
    His day is marching on.

    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    His truth is marching on.

    He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
    He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
    Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
    Our God is marching on.

    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
    His truth is marching on.

    ln the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
    With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
    As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
    While God is marching on.
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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Dim 7 Mai - 23:18


    Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
    To cast me off discourteously.
    For I have loved you well and long,
    Delighting in your company.

    Greensleeves was all my joy
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
    And who but my lady greensleeves.

    Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart,
    Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
    Now I remain in a world apart
    But my heart remains in captivity.

    Greensleeves was all my joy
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
    And who but my lady greensleeves.

    If you intend thus to disdain,
    It does the more enrapture me,
    And even so, I still remain
    A lover in captivity.

    Greensleeves was all my joy
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
    And who but my lady greensleeves.

    My men were clothed all in green,
    And they did ever wait on thee;
    All this was gallant to be seen,
    And yet you wouldst not love me.

    Greensleeves was all my joy
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
    And who but my lady greensleeves.

    You couldst desire no earthly thing,
    but still you hadst it readily.
    Your music still to play and sing;
    And yet you wouldst not love me.

    Greensleeves was all my joy
    Greensleeves was my delight,
    Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
    And who but my lady greensleeves.

    Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
    To God I pray to prosper thee,
    For I am still thy lover true,
    Come once again and love me.
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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Dim 7 Mai - 23:25


    There is a house in New Orleans
    They call the Rising Sun.
    It's been the ruin of many poor boy
    And me oh Lord am one.

    My mother is a tailor.
    She sews them new blue jeans.
    My father is a gambling man
    Down in New Orleans.

    The only time I seen him,
    With his suitcase and his trunk,
    The only time he's satisfied
    Is when he's on a drunk.

    Go tell my baby sister,
    Not to do what I have done,
    But to shun that house in New Orleans,
    They call the Rising Sun.

    There is a house in New Orleans
    They call the Rising Sun.
    It's been the ruin of many poor boy
    And me oh Lord am one .
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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Dim 7 Mai - 23:27


    From this valley they say you are going
    We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
    For they say you are taking the sunshine
    That has brightened our path for a while

    Come and sit by my side if you love me
    Do not hasten to bid me adieu
    But remember the Red River Valley
    And the cowboy who loved you so true

    Won't you think of the valley you're leaving
    Oh how lonely, how sad it will be?
    Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking
    And the grief you are causing to me

    As you go to your home by the ocean
    May you never forget those sweet hours
    That we spent in the Red River Valley
    And the love we exchanged mid the flowers

    From this valley they say you are going
    We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
    For they say you are taking the sunshine
    That has brightened our path for a while
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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Dim 7 Mai - 23:33



    Oh when the saints go marchin'in,
    Oh when the saints go marchin'in,
    Lord I want to be in that number
    When the saints go marchin'in.

    I am just a lonesome traveler,
    Through this big wide world of sin;
    Want to join that grand procession,
    When the saints go marchin'in.

    Oh when the saints go marchin'in, (bis)
    Lord I want to be in that number
    When the saints go marchin'in.

    All my folks have gone before me,
    All my friends and all my kin;
    But I'll meet with them up yonder,
    When the saints go marchin'in.

    Oh when the saints go marchin'in, (bis)
    Lord I want to be in that number,
    When the saints go marchin' in.

    Come and join me in my journey,
    'cause it's time that we begin;
    And we'll be there for that judgment,
    When the saints go marchin'in.

    Oh when the saints go marchin' in, (bis)
    We will be in line for that judgment,
    When the saints go marchin' in.

    And when the stars begin to shine (bis)
    Then Lord let me be in that number
    And when the stars begin to shine

    When Gabriel blows in his horn (bis)
    Then Lord let me be in that number
    When Gabriel blows in his horn

    And when the sun refuse to shine (bis)
    Then Lord let me be in that number
    When the sun refuse to shine.

    And when the moon has turned to blood (bis)
    Then Lord let me be in that number
    When the moon has turned to blood

    And when they crown Him King of Kings (bis)
    Then Lord let me be in that number
    When they crown Him King of Kings
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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Mer 31 Mai - 6:42



    La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux
    Frappait ses gouttes d'eau
    La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux
    Jouait un air de banjo
    Les doigts posés sur son banjo
    Le musicien dormait
    Les doigts posés sur son banjo
    Le musicien rêvait,
    Rêvait que la musique
    Qu'il avait composée
    Partait pour l'Amérique
    Et y devenait un succès

    Partout là-bas la nuit le jour
    On jouait sa chanson
    Dont tous les mots parlaient d'amour
    De retour et de pardon
    Afin, afin peut-être
    Que celle qu'il aimait
    L'entende enfin peut-être
    Et lui revienne à jamais

    Tous les orchestres du monde entier
    Sans cesse la jouaient
    Et lui dans son rêve il voyait
    Des millions de couples danser
    Danser sur sa musique
    Dans un rythme infernal
    Sur une immense piste
    Sortant d'une boule de cristal
    Et c'est alors qu'il aperçut
    La fille qu'il aimait
    Et c'est alors qu'il aperçut
    La fille, la fille qui riait

    La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux
    Cessa ses gouttes d'eau
    La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux
    Cessa son air de banjo
    Les doigts posés sur son banjo
    Le musicien pleurait
    Sans voir la porte qui s'ouvrait
    Sur la fille qui revenait


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MessageSujet: Re: Folk   Mar 29 Aoû - 10:09



    Almost heaven, West Virginia
    Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
    Life is old there, older than the trees
    Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

    Country roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    All my mem'ries, gather round her
    Miners lady, stranger to blue water
    Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
    Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

    Country roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads

    I hear her voice, in the mornin hours she calls to me
    The radio reminds me of my home far away
    And drivin down the road I get a feeling
    That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

    Country roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West virginia, mountain momma
    Take me home, country roads
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