Bird On The Wire Judy Collins

"Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

Bird On A Wire Judy Collins

Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

Red-Winged Blackbird Judy Collins

Oh, can't you see that pretty little bird Singing with all his heart and soul He's got a blood red spot on his wing And all the rest of him is black as coal Of all the colors I ever did see Red and black

Morning Has Broken Judy Collins

Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the word Sweet the rain's new

The Dove Judy Collins

The dove she is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She brings us glad tidings and tells us no lies She drinks the spring waters to make her voice clear When her nest she is building and summer is near

Crow On The Cradle Judy Collins

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn Now is the time for a child to be born He'll cry at the moon and he'll laugh at the sun If he's a boy he'll carry a gun Sang the crow on the cradle If it

Early Morning Rain Judy Collins

In the early morning rain with a dollar I' my hand With an aching I' my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved one so In the early morning rain with no place

Loch Lomond Judy Collins

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where we two have passed so many blithesome days On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond O ye’ll take the high

How Are Things In Glocca Morra? Judy Collins

I hear a bird, Londonderry bird It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze It well may be it's followed me across the seas Then tell me please How are things

Norwegian Wood Judy Collins

She asked me to stay And she told me to sit anywhere So I looked around And I noticed there wasn't a chair I sat on a rug biding my time Drinking her wine We talked until two and then she said "

Cruel Mother Judy Collins

There was a lady lived in the North Oh, the rose and the linsie O She fell in love with her faither's clerk Down by the greenwood sidie, O He courted her a year and a day Oh, the rose and the linsie O

Blackbird Judy Collins

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Black bird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes

Who Knows Where The Time Goes Judy Collins

Across the morning sky, All the bird are leaving, Ah, how can they know it's time to go? Before the winter fire, We'll still be dreaming. I do not count the time Who knows where the time goes?

Who Knows Where The Times Goes Judy Collins

Across the morning sky All the bird are leaving Ah, how can they know it's time for them to go Before the winter fire We'll still be dreaming I do not count the time Who knows where the time goes Who knows

Farewell To Tarwathie Judy Collins

Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades

Farewell Judy Collins

Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades

Democracy (New Recording) Judy Collins

account Of the Sermon on the Mount Which I don't pretend to understand at all It's coming from the silence On the dock of the bay From the brave, the bold, the battered Heart of Chevrolet Democracy is

Battle Hymn of the Republic (Album Version) Judy Collins

is marching on.

Fishermen Song (LP Version) Judy Collins

wait around for half the morning For the tide to turn Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Never catches more than he knows He can sell in a day; Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Day's

Fisherman Song Judy Collins

around for half the morning For the tide to turn Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Never catches more than he knows He can sell in a day, Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman Day's for work.

Angel On My Side Judy Collins

I didn't know if there were clouds or fire in the sky, I didn't want to live if I could die. Somewhere down the line I found myself up on that road, Where the devil led me, I would go.

Ghost Riders In The Sky Judy Collins

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

Gauguin Judy Collins

"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

Kingdom Come Judy Collins

Heaven's doors and blew them far apart A few miles north on the Hudson river we've gathered for a sort of wake Nobody felt like celebrating, but the firemen needed a break They've been to so many funerals

Black Is The Colour Judy Collins

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair His lips are like some rosey fair The finest face and the neatest hands I love the ground where on he stands I love my love and well he knows I love

The Night Comes On (New Recording) Judy Collins

I went down to the place Where I knew, she lay waiting Under the marble and the snow I said, Mother I'm frightened The thunder and the lightning I'll never come through this alone She said, I'll be with

Chelsea Morning Judy Collins

I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning And the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window The traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells Rapping up like pipes and drums

The Twelve Days Of Christmas (Live Version) Judy Collins

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree.

Daddy You'Ve Been On My Mind Judy Collins

Perhaps it's the colour Of the sun cut flat And covering the crossroads I'm standing at Or maybe it's the weather Or something like that But daddy You've been on my mind I don't mean trouble Please don't

Hard Lovin' Loser Judy Collins

He's the kind of guy Puts on a motorcycle jacket And he weighs about A hundred and five He's the kind of surfer Got a ho daddy haircut And you wonder how He'll ever survive He's the kind of frogman Wearing

Coal Tattoo Judy Collins

like an ironwood bent by the wind Blood veins blue as the coal Somebody said That's a strange tattoo You have on the side of your head I said That's a blue print, left by the coal Just a little more and

Michael From Mountains Judy Collins

Michael wakes you up with sweets He takes you up streets and the rain comes down Sidewalk markets locked up tight And umbrellas bright on a grey background There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns

The Coming Of The Roads Judy Collins

We used to hunt the cool caverns Deep in our forest of green Then came the road and the tavern And you found a new love it seems Once I had you and the wild wood Now, it's just dusty roads And I can't

Last Thing On My Mind Judy Collins

It's a lesson too late for the learnin' Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace

Like A Rolling Stone Judy Collins

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to

Golden Apples Of The Sun Judy Collins

I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head Cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry to a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth like stars were flickering out I dropped

Priests Judy Collins

And who will write love songs for you When I am Lord at last And your body is the little highway shrine That all my priests have passed That all my priests have passed?

My Father Judy Collins

My father always promised us That we would live in France We'd go boating on the Seine And I would learn to dance We lived in Ohio then He worked in the mines On his dreams like boats We knew we

In The Heat Of The Summer Judy Collins

In the heat of the summer When the pavements were burning The soul of a city was ravaged in the night After the city sun was sinkin' Now no one knows how it started Why the windows were shattered But deep

Lark In The Morning Judy Collins

The lark in the morning she rises off her nest And goes off in the air with the dew on her breast Like a jolly plough boy she whistles and she sings And comes home in the evening with the dew on her wings

The Prickilie Bush Judy Collins

fee But I have come to see you hang On the gallows tree O, the prickilie bush It pricks my heart full sore If I ever get out of the prickilie bush I'll never get in it anymore Hangman, stay your rope

The Rest Of Your Life Judy Collins

with just a smile One word from you can melt the winter snow Make me forget the longest mile Whatever you're doin' for the rest of your life I'm here to tell you, you can count on me No use my worryin

A Thousand Kisses Deep (New Recording) Judy Collins

The ponies run, the girls are young The odds are there to beat You win a while, and then it's done Your little winning streak And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat You live your life as

Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Judy Collins

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez And it's Eastertime too And your gravity fails And negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry

Sunny Goodge Street Judy Collins

On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street, Violent ash smokers shook a chocolate machine. Involved in an eating scene.

The Last Thing On My Mind Judy Collins

Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand. Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind?

Bold Fenian Men Judy Collins

Twas down by the glenside I spied an old woman She was pluckin' young nettles and she scarce saw me comin' I listened a while to the song she was hummin' Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men 'Tis sixteen

Grandaddy Judy Collins

Grandaddy look at the gypsies dancing in the firelight Burning so brightly How do they keep themselves warm on such a night See all the fiddlers twirling while he plays his violin Laughing and shouting

Deportee/ Plane Wreck At Los Gatos Judy Collins

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border To pay all their money to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan,

Sailor's Life Judy Collins

Oh, a sailor's life is a weary life For he robs the girls of their delight Causes them to weep, causes them to mourn Loss of a true love, never to return Oh, Father, Father, build me a boat And on the