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DISCID=060fc211
DTITLE=Judy Collins / Forever - An Anthology - CD1
DYEAR=1997
DGENRE=Folk
TTITLE0=Someday Soon
TTITLE1=Who Knows Where The Time Goes
TTITLE2=Chelsea Morning
TTITLE3=Suzanne
TTITLE4=Born To The Breed
TTITLE5=Maid Of Constant Sorrow
TTITLE6=Since You've Asked
TTITLE7=Bread And Roses
TTITLE8=In The Hills Of Shiloh
TTITLE9=City Of New Orleans
TTITLE10=The Fallow Way
TTITLE11=Grandaddy
TTITLE12=My Father
TTITLE13=La Chanson des Vieux Amants
TTITLE14=In My Life
TTITLE15=Marat Sade
TTITLE16=Send In The Clowns
EXTD=
EXTT0=SOMEDAY SOON \n(Ian Tyson) \n\nThere's a young man that I know \n
EXTT0=Whose age is twenty one \nHe comes from down in southern Colorad
EXTT0=o \nJust out of the service, he's looking for his fun \nSomeday 
EXTT0=soon, going with him, someday soon. \n\nMy parents cannot stand 
EXTT0=him \n'cause he rides the rodeo \nMy father says that \nHe will 
EXTT0=leave me crying \nI would follow him right down \nThe roughest r
EXTT0=oad I know \nSomeday soon, going with him \nSomeday soon. \ne fr
EXTT0= But when he comes to call \nMy Pa ain't got a good word to say 
EXTT0=\nGuess it's 'cause he's just as wild \nIn his younger days \n\n
EXTT0=So blow you ol' blue norther \nBlow my love to me \nHe's riding 
EXTT0=in tonight from California \nHe loves his damned ol' rodeo \nAs 
EXTT0=much as he loves me \nSomeday soon, going with him \nSomeday soo
EXTT0=n. 
EXTT1=WHO KNOWS WHERE THE TIME GOES? \n(Sandy Denny) \n\nAcross the ev
EXTT1=ening sky, all the birds are leaving \nBut how can they know it'
EXTT1=s time for them to go? \nBefore the winter fire, I will still be
EXTT1= dreaming \nI have no thought of time \n\nFor who knows where th
EXTT1=e time goes? \nWho knows where the time goes? \n\nSad, deserted 
EXTT1=shore, your fickle friends are leaving \nAh, but then you know i
EXTT1=t's time for them to go \nBut I will still be here, I have no th
EXTT1=ought of leaving \nI do not count the time \n\nFor who knows whe
EXTT1=re the time goes? \nWho knows where the time goes? \n\nAnd I am 
EXTT1=not alone while my love is near me \nI know it will be so until 
EXTT1=it's time to go \nSo come the storms of winter and then the bird
EXTT1=s in spring again \nI have no fear of time \n\nFor who knows how
EXTT1= my love grows? \nAnd who knows where the time goes? 
EXTT2=CHELSEA MORNING \n(Joni Mitchell) \n\nWoke up big this Chelsea m
EXTT2=orning and the first thing that I heard \nWas a song outside my 
EXTT2=window \nAnd the traffic wrote the words \nIt came ringing up li
EXTT2=ke Christmas bells \nAnd rapping up like pipes and drums \nOh, w
EXTT2=on't you stay, we'll put on a day \nAnd we'll wear it till the n
EXTT2=ight comes \n\nWoke up big this Chelsea morning and the first th
EXTT2=ing that I saw \nWas the sun through yellow curtains \nAnd a rai
EXTT2=nbow on my wall \nBlue, red, green and gold to welcome you \nCri
EXTT2=mson, crystal peaks to beckon \nOh, won't you stay, we'll put on
EXTT2= a day, \nThere's a side-show every second \n\nNow the curtain o
EXTT2=pens on a portrait of today \nAnd the streets are paved with pas
EXTT2=sers-by \nAnd pictures fly and papers lie \nJust waiting to blow
EXTT2= away \n\nWoke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing t
EXTT2=hat I knew \nThere was milk and toast and honey \nAnd a bowl of 
EXTT2=oranges too \nAnd the light poured in like butterscotch \nAnd st
EXTT2=uck to all my senses \nOh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day \n
EXTT2=And we'll talk in present tenses \n\nNow the curtain closes and 
EXTT2=the rainbow runs away \nI'll bring you incense, owls by night \n
EXTT2=By candle-light, by jewel-light \nIf only you will stay \n\nPret
EXTT2=ty baby, won't you \nWake up, it's the Chelsea morning 
EXTT3=Suzanne\n\nSuzanne takes you down to her place near the river \n
EXTT3=You can hear the boats go by \nYou can spend the night beside he
EXTT3=r \nAnd you know that she's half crazy \nBut that's why you want
EXTT3= to be there \nAnd she feeds you tea and oranges \nThat come all
EXTT3= the way from China \nAnd just when you mean to tell her \nThat 
EXTT3=you have no love to give her \nThen she gets you on her waveleng
EXTT3=th \nAnd she lets the river answer \nThat you've always been her
EXTT3= lover \nAnd you want to travel with her \nAnd you want to trave
EXTT3=l blind \nAnd you know that she will trust you \nFor you've touc
EXTT3=hed her perfect body with your mind. \n\nAnd Jesus was a sailor 
EXTT3=\nWhen he walked upon the water \nAnd he spent a long time watch
EXTT3=ing \nFrom his lonely wooden tower \nAnd when he knew for certai
EXTT3=n \nOnly drowning men could see him \nHe said "All men will be s
EXTT3=ailors then \nUntil the sea shall free them" \nBut he himself wa
EXTT3=s broken \nLong before the sky would open \nForsaken, almost hum
EXTT3=an \nHe sank beneath your wisdom like a stone \nAnd you want to 
EXTT3=travel with him \nAnd you want to travel blind \nAnd you think m
EXTT3=aybe you'll trust him \nFor he's touched your perfect body with 
EXTT3=his mind. \n\nNow Suzanne takes your hand \nAnd she leads you to
EXTT3= the river \nShe is wearing rags and feathers \nFrom Salvation A
EXTT3=rmy counters \nAnd the sun pours down like honey \nOn our lady o
EXTT3=f the harbour \nAnd she shows you where to look \nAmong the garb
EXTT3=age and the flowers \nThere are heroes in the seaweed \nThere ar
EXTT3=e children in the morning \nThey are leaning out for love \nAnd 
EXTT3=they will lean that way forever \nWhile Suzanne holds the mirror
EXTT3= \nAnd you want to travel with her \nAnd you want to travel blin
EXTT3=d \nAnd you know that you can trust her \nFor she's touched your
EXTT3= perfect body with her mind. 
EXTT4=BORN TO THE BREED\nwords & music by Judy Collins\nCopyright: The
EXTT4= Wildflowers Company\n\nI was only nineteen \nThe morning you we
EXTT4=re born\nWith you hair fine and red\nAnd eyes like my own\n\nBar
EXTT4=ely a woman\nWith only a song\nI sang to keep you smilin\nAnd he
EXTT4=ld you all night long\n\nHome through the streets\nWith you in m
EXTT4=y arms\nCold winter mornings\nIn a Colorado town\n\nI've seen yo
EXTT4=u stumble\nYou've watched me fall\nYou know I've got nothing\nYo
EXTT4=u know we've got it all\n\nRain comes down and the trucks rollin
EXTT4= by\nDoes that old parka keep you dry?\nSixteen years old, out o
EXTT4=n the road\nTryin' to get to the sky\n\nBack in September\nYou c
EXTT4=all me on the phone\n"Ma, you know I love you,\nBut I gotta be o
EXTT4=wn my own\nComes the time in a boy's life\nWhen he's got to be a
EXTT4= man,\nPlease don't try to find me\nPlease try to understand."\n
EXTT4=\nGot me a job in a rock and roll band\nGonna try to see if I ca
EXTT4=n get by\nSixteen years old, out on the road, \nTrying to get to
EXTT4= the sky.\n\nI've watched you grow\nThru all these years\nYou've
EXTT4= seen me stumble\nI've watched your tears\n\nSometimes there wer
EXTT4=e roses\nSometimes it was thorns\nBut I know you're gonna make i
EXTT4=t\nAs sure as you were born\n\nAnd I hope from what you wanted\n
EXTT4=You get what you need\nI know your gonna make it\nYou were born 
EXTT4=to the breed\n\nSixteen years old\nOut on the road, \nTrying to 
EXTT4=get to the sky
EXTT5=
EXTT6=SINCE YOU'VE ASKED\nwords and music by Judy Collins\nCopyright: 
EXTT6=The Wildflowers Company 1968\n\nWhat I'll give you since you ask
EXTT6=ed\nis all my time together;\nTake the rugged sunny days,\nthe w
EXTT6=arm and Rocky weather,\nTake the roads that I have walked along,
EXTT6=\nlooking for tommorow's time,\npeace of mind.\n\nAs my life spi
EXTT6=lls into yours,\nchanging with the hours\nFilling up the world w
EXTT6=ith time,\nturning time to flowers,\nI can show you all the song
EXTT6=s\nThat I never sang to one man before.\n\nWe have seen a millio
EXTT6=n stones lying by the water.\nYou have climbed the hills with me
EXTT6= \nto the mountain shelter,\nTaken off the days one by one,\nSet
EXTT6=ting them to breathe in the sun.\n\nTake the lilies and the lace
EXTT6=\nfrom the days if childhood,\nAll the willow winding paths \nle
EXTT6=ading up and outward,\nThis is what I give,\nThis is what I ask 
EXTT6=you for;\nnothing more.
EXTT7=BREAD AND ROSES \n(James Oppenheim) \n\nAs we go marching, march
EXTT7=ing, in the beauty of the day, \nA million darkened kitchens, a 
EXTT7=thousand mill lofts gray, \nAre touched with all the radiance th
EXTT7=at a sudden sun discloses, \nFor the people hear us singing: Bre
EXTT7=ad and Roses! Bread and Roses! \n\nAs we go marching, marching, 
EXTT7=we battle too for men, \nFor they are women's children, and we m
EXTT7=other them again. \nOur lives shall not be sweated from birth un
EXTT7=til life closes; \nHearts starve as well as bodies; give us brea
EXTT7=d, but give us roses. \n\nAs we go marching, marching, unnumbere
EXTT7=d women dead \nGo crying through our singing their ancient call 
EXTT7=for bread. \nSmall art and love and beauty their drudging spirit
EXTT7=s knew. oth Yes, it is bread we fight for, but we fight for rose
EXTT7=s too. \n\nAs we go marching, marching, we bring the greater day
EXTT7=s, \nThe rising of the women means the rising of the race. \nNo 
EXTT7=more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes, \nBu
EXTT7=t a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses.
EXTT7= \n\nOur lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes
EXTT7=; \nhearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses, bread and 
EXTT7=roses. 
EXTT8=IN THE HILLS OF SHILOH \n(Shel Silverstein) \n\nHave you seen Am
EXTT8=anda Blaine in the hills of Shiloh \nWandering through the morni
EXTT8=ng rain through the hills of Shiloh \nHave you seen her at her d
EXTT8=oor, listening for the cannon's roar \nAnd a man who went to war
EXTT8= from the hills of Shiloh \n\nHave you heard her mournful cries 
EXTT8=in the hills of Shiloh \nHave you seen her haunted eyes in the h
EXTT8=ills of Shiloh \nHave you seen her running down searching throug
EXTT8=h the sleeping town \nIn her yellowed wedding gown in the hills 
EXTT8=of Shiloh \n\nHave you seen her standing there in the hills of S
EXTT8=hiloh \nWind a blowing through her hair in the hills of Shiloh \n
EXTT8=Listening for the sound of guns listening for the rolling drums 
EXTT8=\nAnd a man who never comes to the hills of Shiloh \n\nHave you 
EXTT8=heard Amanda sing in the hills of Shiloh \nWhispering to her wed
EXTT8=ding ring in the hills of Shiloh \nHear her humming soft and low
EXTT8=, poor Amanda doesn't know \n'Twas ended forty years ago in the 
EXTT8=hills of Shiloh 
EXTT9=CITY OF NEW ORLEANS \n(Steve Goodman) \n\nRidin' on the City of 
EXTT9=New Orleans \nIllinois Central, Monday mornin' rail \n15 cars & 
EXTT9=15 restless riders \nThree conductors, 25 sacks of mail \n\nAll 
EXTT9=along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee \nR
EXTT9=olls along past houses, farms & fields \nPassin' towns that have
EXTT9= no name, freight yards full of old gray men \nAnd the graveyard
EXTT9=s of rusted automobiles \n\ncho: Good mornin' America, how are y
EXTT9=ou? \nDon't you know me? I'm your native son! \nI'm the train th
EXTT9=ey call the City of New Orleans \nI'll be gone 500 miles when th
EXTT9=e day is done \n\nDealin' cards with the old men in the club car
EXTT9= \nPenny a point, ain't no one keepin' score \nPass the paper ba
EXTT9=g that holds the bottle \nAnd feel the wheels grumblin' neath th
EXTT9=e floor \n\nAnd the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engine
EXTT9=ers \nRide their fathers' magic carpet made of steel \nMothers w
EXTT9=ith their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat \nAnd the rhy
EXTT9=thm of the rails is all they feel \n\ncho: \n\nNight time on the
EXTT9= City of New Orleans \nChangin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee \nHal
EXTT9=fway home & we'll be there by mornin' \nThru the Mississippi dar
EXTT9=kness rollin' down to the sea \n\nBut all the towns & people see
EXTT9=m to fade into a bad dream \nAnd the steel rail still ain't hear
EXTT9=d the news \nThe conductor sings his song again \n"The passenger
EXTT9=s will please refrain: \nThis train has got the disappearin' RR 
EXTT9=blues \n\nGoodnight America How are you? ... 
EXTT10=FALLOW WAY \nwords and music by Judy Collins\nCopyright: The Wi
EXTT10=ldflowers Company 1997\n\nI'll learn to love the fallow way \nW
EXTT10=hen winter draws the valley down\nand stills the rivers in thei
EXTT10=r storm\nand freezes all the little brooks\nTime when our steps
EXTT10= slow to the song\nOf falling flakes and crackling flames \nWhe
EXTT10=n silver stars are high and still\nDeep in the velvet of the ni
EXTT10=ght sky\n\n\nThe crystal time the silence times\nI'll learn to 
EXTT10=love their quietness \nWhen deep beneath the glistening snow\nT
EXTT10=he black earth dreams in of violets\nI'll learn to love the fal
EXTT10=low times\n\nI'll learn to love the fallow way \nWhen all my co
EXTT10=lors fade to white\nAnd flying birds fold back their wings\nUpo
EXTT10=n my anxious wonderings\nThe sun has slanted all her rays\nAcro
EXTT10=ss the vast and harvest plains\nMy memories mingle in the dawn\n
EXTT10=and dream a joyful vagabonds\n\nThe crystal time the silence ti
EXTT10=mes\nI'll learn to love their quietness \nWhen deep beneath the
EXTT10= glistening snow\nThe black earth dreams in of violets\nI'll le
EXTT10=arn to love the fallow times\n\nNor no drummer comes across the
EXTT10= place\nTo tell triumph of a pair\nNo word far off battle's cry
EXTT10=\nTo draw me out or draw me nigh\nI'll learn to love the fallow
EXTT10= way\n\n\nI'll learn to love the fallow way\nAnd gather in the 
EXTT10=patient fruits \nand after autumns blaze and burn\nI'll know th
EXTT10=e full still, deep roots\nThat nothing seem to do or need\n\n\n
EXTT10=\n\nThat crack the ice in frozen pond \nAnd slumbering in winte
EXTT10=r's folds\nHave dreams of green and blue and gold\nI'll learn t
EXTT10=o love the fallow way\nAnd listening for blossoming\nof my own 
EXTT10=heart once more in spring\n\n\nAs sure as time, as sure as snow
EXTT10=\nAs sure as moonlight and of stars\nThe fallow time will fall 
EXTT10=away\nThe sun will bring an April day\nand I will yield to Summ
EXTT10=er's way
EXTT11=
EXTT12=MY FATHER\nwords & music by Judy Collins\nCopyright: The Wildfl
EXTT12=owers Company 1968\n\n\nMy father always promised us\nThat we w
EXTT12=ould live in France\nWe'd go boating on the Seine\nAnd I would 
EXTT12=learn to dance\n\nWe lived in Ohio then\nHe worked in the mines
EXTT12=\nOn his dreams like boats \nWe knew we would sail in time\n\nA
EXTT12=ll my sisters soon were gone\nTo Denver and Cheyenne\nMarrying 
EXTT12=their grownup dreams\nThe lilacs and the man\n\nI stayed behind
EXTT12= the youngest still\nOnly danced alone\nThe colors of my father
EXTT12='s dreams\nFaded without a sound\n\nAnd I live in Paris now\nMy
EXTT12= children dance and dream\nHearing the ways of a miner's life\n
EXTT12=In words they've never seen\n\nI sail my memories of home\nLike
EXTT12= boats across the Seine\nAnd watch the Paris sun\nAs it sets in
EXTT12= my father's eyes again\n\nMy father always promised us\nThat w
EXTT12=e would live in France\nWe'd go boating on the Seine\nAnd I wou
EXTT12=ld learn to dance\n\nI sail my memories of home \nLike boats ac
EXTT12=ross the Seine\nAnd watch the Paris sun\nAs it sets in my fathe
EXTT12=r's eyes again
EXTT13=La Chanson Des Vieux Amants\nJacques Brel and Grard Jouannest\n
EXTT13=\nBien sr, nous emes des orages \nVingt ans d'amour, c'est l'
EXTT13=amour fol \nMille fois tu pris ton bagage \nMille fois je pris 
EXTT13=mon envol \nEt chaque meuble se souvient \nDans cette chambre s
EXTT13=ans berceau \nDes clats des vieilles temptes \nPlus rien ne r
EXTT13=essemblait  rien \nTu avais perdu le got de l'eau \nEt moi ce
EXTT13=lui de la conqute \n \nrefrain: \n\nMais mon amour \nMon doux
EXTT13= mon tendre mon merveilleux amour \nDe l'aube claire jusqu' la
EXTT13= fin du jour \nJe t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime \n\n \nMoi, 
EXTT13=je sais tous tes sortilges \nTu sais tous mes envotements \nT
EXTT13=u m'as gard de piges en piges \nJe t'ai perdue de temps en t
EXTT13=emps \nBien sr tu pris quelques amants \nIl fallait bien passe
EXTT13=r le temps \nIl faut bien que le corps exulte \nFinalement fina
EXTT13=lement \nIl nous fallut bien du talent \nPour tre vieux sans 
EXTT13=tre adultes \n \n\nOh, mon amour \nMon doux mon tendre mon mer
EXTT13=veilleux amour \nDe l'aube claire jusqu' la fin du jour \nJe t
EXTT13='aime encore tu sais je t'aime \n\n \n\nEt plus le temps nous 
EXTT13=fait cortge\n\n\nEt plus le temps nous fait tourment \nmais n'
EXTT13=est-ce pas le pire pige \nQue vivre en paix pour des amants \n
EXTT13=Bien sr tu pleures un peu moins tt \nJe me dchire un peu plu
EXTT13=s tard \nNous protgeons moins nos mystres \nOn laisse moins f
EXTT13=aire le hasard \nOn se mefie du fil de l'eau \nMais c'est toujo
EXTT13=urs la tendre guerre \n \n\nOh, mon amour... \nMon doux mon te
EXTT13=ndre mon merveilleux amour \nDe l'aube claire jusqu' la fin du
EXTT13= jour \nJe t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime. 
EXTT14=In My Life\nThe Beatles\n\nThere are places I'll remember\nAll 
EXTT14=my life though some have changed\nSome forever not for better\n
EXTT14=Some have gone and some remain\nAll these places have their mom
EXTT14=ents\nWith lovers and friends I still can recall\nSome are dead
EXTT14= and some are living\nIn my life I've loved them all\n\nBut of 
EXTT14=all these friends and lovers\nThere is no one compares with you
EXTT14=\nAnd these memories lose their meaning\nWhen I think of love a
EXTT14=s something new\nThough I know I'll never lose affection\nFor p
EXTT14=eople and things that went before\nI know I'll often stop and t
EXTT14=hink about them\nIn my life I love you more\n\nThough I know I'
EXTT14=ll never lose affection\nFor people and things that went before
EXTT14=\nI know I'll often stop and think about them\nIn my life I lov
EXTT14=e you more\nIn my life I love you more
EXTT15=
EXTT16=Send in the Clowns\nMusic and Lyrics by STEPHEN SONDHEIM\n\nIsn
EXTT16='t it rich?\nAre we a pair?\nMe here at last on the ground,\nyo
EXTT16=u in mid-air.\nWhere are the clowns?\n\nIsn't it bliss?\nDon't 
EXTT16=you approve?\nOne who keeps tearing around,\none who can't move
EXTT16=.\nWhere are the clowns?\nThere ought to be clowns.\n\nJust whe
EXTT16=n I'd stopped\nopening doors,\nfinally knowing \nthe one that I
EXTT16= wanted was yours,\nMaking my entrance again,\nwith my usual fl
EXTT16=air,\nSure of my lines,\nno one is there.\n\nDon't you love far
EXTT16=ce?\nMy fault, I fear.\nI thought that you'd want what I want -
EXTT16=\nsorry, my dear.\nAnd where are the clowns?\nQuick, send in th
EXTT16=e clowns.\nDon't bother, they're here.\n\nIsn't it rich?\nIsn't
EXTT16= it queer?\nLosing my timing this late\nin my career?\nAnd wher
EXTT16=e are the clowns?\nThere ought to be clowns.\nWell, maybe next 
EXTT16=year...\n
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