Ne obraćajte pažnju na crnu pticu. Ona leti jer mora letjeti. I letjet će do smrti.
Do not pay attention to the black bird. It flies because it has to fly. It will fly till it dies.
Najljepše country balade (The most beautiful country ballads)
Dolly Parton i Kingston Trio, uz još četiri druga izvođača, dobili su 12. veljače 2011. godine nagradu Grammy za životno djelo. (Dolly Parton and the Kingston Trio, along with
four other artists, recieved on February 12, 2011 The Grammy Award for Lifetime Achievement.)
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please, don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
please, don't take him just because you can.
Your beauty is beyond compare
with flaming locks of auburn hair,
with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring,
your voice is soft like summer rain
and I cannot compete with you, Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep,
there's nothing I can do to keep
from crying when he calls your name, Jolene.
And I can easily understand
how you could easily take my man
but you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please, don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
please, don't take him just because you can.
You could have your choice of men
but I could never love again,
he's the only one for me, Jolene.
I had to have this talk with you,
my happiness depends on you
and whatever you decide to do, Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please, don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
please, don't take him even though you can,
Jolene, Jolene...
An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
when all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
a-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw.
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel,
a bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
for he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry
Yippie yi yaaaaay.
Yippie yi Ohhhhh,
Ghost Riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with
sweat.
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
on horses snorting fire
as they ride on hear their cry.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name:
"If you want to save your soul from Hell a-riding on our range,
then, cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride
trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies."
Yippie yi Yaaaaay.
Yippie yi Ohhhhh
Ghost Riders in the sky.
Ghost Riders in the sky.
Ghost Riders in the sky...
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
as I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped all in white linen,
wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay.
Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
sing the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the valley there lay the sod o'er me,
I’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong.
“I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy”,
this words he did say as I boldly walked by.
“Come, sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
got shot in the breast and I know I must die.
Go, fete me some water, a cool cup of water,
to cool my parched lips”, then the poor cowboy said.
Before I returned, his spirit had left him,
had gone to his maker, the cowboy was dead.
"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
sing the dead march as you carry me along,
take me to the valley there lay the sod o'er me,
I’m a young cowboy and know I’ve done wrong."
I was waltzin' with my darlin'
to the Tennessee waltz,
when an old friend I happened to see.
I introduced her to my loved one
and while they were dancin'
my friend stole my sweetheart from me.
I remember that night and the Tennessee waltz,
only you know how much I have lost.
Yes, I lost my little darlin'
the night they were playing
the beautiful Tennessee waltz.
Throughout history
There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle.
This next one tells the story of a Mr. Grayson, a beautiful woman,
and a condemned man named Tom Dooley.
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang...
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
hang down your head and cry,
hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
poor boy, you're bound to die.
I met her on the mountain,
there I took her life,
met her on the mountain,
stabbed her with my knife.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
hang down your head and cry,
hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow
reckon where I'll be,
hadn't a-been for Grayson,
I'd a-been in Tennessee.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
hang down your head and cry,
hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
poor boy, you're bound to die.
This time tomorrow
reckon where I'll be,
down in some lonesome valley,
hangin' from a white oak tree.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
hang down your head and cry,
hang down your head, Tom Dooley,
poor boy, you're bound to die.
Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely,
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue.
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
and then, some day, you'd leave me for somebody new.
Worry, why do I let myself worry,
wondering what in the world did I do?
Crazy, for thinking that my love could hold you,
I'm crazy for trying,
and crazy for crying,
and I'm crazy for loving you.
Worry, why do I let myself worry,
wondering what in the world did I do?
Crazy, for thinking that my love could hold you,
I'm crazy for trying,
And crazy for crying,
And I'm crazy for loving you.
I will bring you gold apples and
grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince
of the breeze.
Bright cascading crystals, they danced
in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to
harpsichord tunes.
A throne of white ivory, a gown of white
lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless
place.
One hundred small children, they laugh
at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch
of love.
On a hillside of velvet the children
they lay down
And make fun of the grown-ups with their
silly frown.
And the sound of their laughter is the
sound of the green sea
As it washed around the foot of the
seashell tree.
The doves circle over and land in the
trees
Where parrots are talking their words
with such ease.
Thus spoke three wizards to the young
ones that day:
"There's sadness in the kingdom, make it
go far away."
If you follow the sunbeams through the
valley of flowers
To the palace of the White Queen with
its white jade towers.
The youngest, she sighed then the clouds
drew away
And a hundred small fingers scratched
their heads in dismay.
From out of the sun a giant gull came
flying
And the children got ready to sit on its
wings.
They waved to the raindrops as they
soared over the trees
The wind tossed their hair high,
flashing gold on the sea.
They came to the castle and there they
did fall,
And they saw all the sadness, through
the crystal wall.
A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and
kind
Whilst her prince took to battle with
his confused mind.
The clash of bright metal brought the
children fear,
But their cloaks of blue satin dried up
all of these tears.
Thus children held hands and they
spelled out their name
All the golden children became a golden
chain.
It lies on a white throne in a magic
place
With a tunic of velvet and a gown of
white lace.
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a
lake
In a dream I was told that my princess
would wake.
Autor: Donovan Leitch
Joan Baez, Mimi Farina, Judy Collins – Legend Of A Girl Child Linda