Joan Baez Lyrics
Joan Baez Lyrics
"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Lyrics"
Whole Lotta Love Lyrics
[Page/Plant/Jones/Bonham, courtesy of SwanSong] You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin' I'm gonna send ya back t' schoolin' Way down inside, honey you need it I'm gonna give you my love I'm gonna give you my love, ohhhhh Wanna whole lott
[Page/Plant/Jones/Bonham, courtesy of SwanSong] You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin' I'm gonna send ya back t' schoolin' Way down inside, honey you need it I'm gonna give you my love I'm gonna give you my love, ohhhhh Wanna whole lott
And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
Now when I was a young lad I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green banks, to the dusty outback
While I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, 'Son,
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done.'
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.
And the band played 'Waltzing Matilda,'
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the chee
Mystical End Lyrics
On the plains of the desert A murmured cry was heard From the echoes of a wind song Singing of a word The word of the land begotten Is very seldom taught To natives of the desert Which tribes of old have sought Way up in the sky
rs, the flag waving, and tears,On the plains of the desert A murmured cry was heard From the echoes of a wind song Singing of a word The word of the land begotten Is very seldom taught To natives of the desert Which tribes of old have sought Way up in the sky
We sailed off for Gallipoli.
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
The big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead
Never knew there was worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more 'Waltzing Matilda,'
All along the green la
Invitation to the Blues Lyrics
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula with yesterday's deliveries, and the tickets for the bachelors she's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes but it's just an invitation to the blues and you feel
d running freeWell she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula with yesterday's deliveries, and the tickets for the bachelors she's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes but it's just an invitation to the blues and you feel
For to hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more 'Waltzing Matilda' for me.
So they gathered the injured, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To mourn, and to grieve, and to pity.
And the band played "Waltzing M
Just Look Around Lyrics
The question they keep asking me how can one so young be so bitter and angry well, the answer is plain to see maybe if they wern't so blind they'd see what i see i see the homeless livin' out on the street on every corner they're asking for money
atilda"The question they keep asking me how can one so young be so bitter and angry well, the answer is plain to see maybe if they wern't so blind they'd see what i see i see the homeless livin' out on the street on every corner they're asking for money
As they wheeled us down the gangway.
And nobody cheered, they just stood and stared.
And they all turned their faces away.
And the band still plays 'Waltzing Matilda,'
And the young men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more young men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me ?