(Rod McKuen/Steven Yates) Time to let the rain fall without the help of man. Time to let the trees grow tall. Now, if they only can. Time to let our
when I'm dead and gone to heaven, the land of my dreams. I won't have to worry on losin' my job, on bad times and big machines. I ain't gonna pay my money
(Woody Guthrie/Martin Hoffman) The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning. The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps. They're flying them
(Goebel Reeves) [Chorus:] Go to sleep, you weary hobo. Watch the towns go drifting by. Can't you hear the rails a-singin'? That's the hobo's lullaby
t look around, you won't see my a-goin', see me a-goin' that way. If you don't look around, you'll have no way of knowin'. I don't think you even know
the only one you'd ever want to see. [Chorus] Now I'm getting' older and I think of what I've done. It hurts to think of good times, so I'll dream of
(Ed McCurdy) [Chorus:] Last night I had the strangest dream I never dreamed before. I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war. I dreamed
s hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky. Now that the Spring is in the air Pretty girls are ev'rywhere. Think of me and I'll be there. [
the wind and in the face of freedom and those who look to him. And search within the heart of ev'ry young man with a song then I think we'll know where
gave up our boyhood to drill and to train and play our own part in the patriot game. And now as I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors
(Mike Stewart) He's gone away for to stay a little while but he's comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles. Who are these seven men whose path leads
(Malvina Reynolds/Allen Greene/Harry Belafonte) Where are you going, my little one, little one? Where are you going, my baby, my own? Turn around and
