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s-o mérsz giszká
/ the goose / die gans
the goose has gone to the ice
she came home late at night
spin round, girl, like a wheel,
that we may see everything
that the bottom of your skirt may be seen
i have gone to bring a girl
for myself
but, my god, she was not at home
she has gone to the biggest forest
to carve wooden spoons
i drink all the time, and I
do not get drunk
because your wine has turned into vinegar
spin round, girl, like a wheel
that the bottom of your skirt may be seen
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black jack davey
black jack davey was a riding
through the woods
singing his songs so gaily.
he sang so loud he made the wild woods ring
and charmed the heart of a lady
charmed the heart of a wife.
the old man came home from
a ride that night
asking for his lady
the servant spoke before he thought
she's gone with the black jack davey
she's gone with the gypsy boy
saddle for me my big black
horse
with my hundred dollar saddle
lead me out to the wagon trace
and after them I'll travel.
after them I'll ride
he rode out torn by the midnight
moon
till he saw a campfire gleaming
he heard the sound of a big guitar
and the voice of his lady sing
a song of the gypsy boy
have you forsaken your house
and home?
have you forsaken your baby?
have you forsaken your husband, dear
to go with the black jack davey
to lie in the mud and in the rain
yes I've forsaken my house
and home,
and I've forsaken my baby.
and I've forsaken my husband, dear,
to go with my black jack davey
sing with my black jack davey
love my black jack davey
sleep with my black jack davey
squeeze my black jack davey
and lie in the mud and in the rain
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winter days
a winter day is coming
i can hear the curlews cry
i'm getting more depressed
cause life is just a lie
my heart is like a hurricane
bewildered and insane
cause the winter days are long for sake
rap-tap-down and a fiddle in
my head
after all i'll get awake
rap-tap-down burry me so deep
on a bloody winter day
the streets are lonely desserts
without children, dogs and cats
i'm walking in the coldness
my soul is such a mess
my brain is sick of mescalin
and devils get awake
cause the winter days are long for sake
rap-tap-downand a fiddle in
my head...
the winter day is ending
i am lying in my bed
the moon becomes a dark side
and nothing holds me back
a girl next to my doorway
but i'm dying in my dreams
till the summer days will come again
rap-tap-down and a fiddle in
my head...
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a dream with horses
i've tried so long to write
a song about a dream with horses
but like a steam it's lying on my graveyard of recources
frozen mammoths drifting by and tuning in a lullaby for horses
voices in the caskets always
whispering my name
the steaming of a dreaming and the feeling
it will always be the same
dust and bones are shivering
the winter will come soon
the wind inside a canel is howling for the moon
it seems to be my misery but no one can assure me but this tune
voices in the caskets always
whispering my name
the steaming of a dreaming and the feeling
it will always be the same
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zigeunermädchen
ich war noch ein kind da kamen
zigeunner zigeuner in unsere stadt
lai lai lai...
kamen in unsere stadt
die wagen so bunt die pferdchen so zottig sie zogen die wagen
so schwer
lai lai lai...
und ich lief hinterher
dann kam der abend es wurde
ein feuer entfacht
lai lai lai
und die zigeuner die haben getanzt und gelacht
lai lai lai
zigeunermädchen zigeunermädchen
sie spielte am feuer gitarre
lai lai lai...
und ich sah ihr gesicht
zigeunermädchen zigeunermädchen du spieltest am feuer
gitarre
lai lai lai...
aber sie sah mich nicht
am anderen tag konnt ich nicht
erwarten die fremden zigeuner zu sehen
lai lai lai...
aber ich durfte nicht gehen
die wagen so bunt die pferdchen so zottig es zog mich zurück
an den ort
lai lai lai...
und ich lief heimlich fort
dann kam der abend ich fand
die zigeuner nicht mehr
lai lai lai
wo sie noch gestern gesungen da war alles leer
lai lai lai...
zigeunermädchen zigeunermädchen
wo bist du wo sind deine wagen
lai lai lai...
doch das feuer blieb aus
zigeunermädchen zigeunermädchen wo bist du wo sind
deine wagen
lai lai lai...
und ich lief schnell nach haus
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the verdict
on a cold september morning
at a place of hate and fear
there's a shot without a warning
and he made her cry and tear
hundred times or more
he killed a man just face to face
left this place of crime and gone
away without a trace
and now on the gallows
deadly pale in mortal fear
waiting for the death to come
and no one cries a tear
left a few of lonely widows
and spread a lot of dreadful pain
made the parsons keep on working
and the tears they fell like rain
the gravestones standing close
together
all along his way
left his victims all alone
on their way to heaven gate
and now on the gallows
deadly pale in mortal fear
waiting for the death to come
and no one cries a tear
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chassidic lidele
ikh spiel far dir a schejns
chassidic lidele
as du tanst mit mir spiel ikh far dir a lidele
mit em dai-dai-dai-dai-dai oder em lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
ober frejlich darfst du sayn
ikh spiel far dir a schejns
chassidic lidele
as du lachst mit mir spiel ikh far dir a lidele
mit em dai-dai-dai-dai-dai oder em lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
ober frejlich darfst du sayn
oye-oye-oye...
ikh spiel far dir a schejns
chassidic lidele
as du singst mit mir spiel ikh far dir a lidele
mit em dai-dai-dai-dai-dai oder em lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
ober frejlich darfst du sayn
oye-oye-oye...
ikh spiel far dir a schejns
chassidic lidele
as du shpringst mit mir spiel ikh far dir a lidele
mit em dai-dai-dai-dai-dai oder em lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
ober frejlich darfst du sayn
oye-oye-oye...
ikh spiel far dir a schejns
chassidic lidele
as du kisst mit mir spiel ikh far dir a lidele
mit em dai-dai-dai-dai-dai oder em lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
ober frejlich darfst du sayn
ikh spiel far dir a schejns
chassidic lidele
as du shlafst mit mir spiel ikh far dir a lidele
mit em dai-dai-dai-dai-dai oder em lai-lai-lai-lai-lai
ober frejlich darfst du sayn
oye-oye-oye...
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the countess / die gräfin
es war eine gräfin im
schwedischen land
die war ja so schön und so bleich
"herr förster herr förster mein strumpfband ist
los
es ist los es ist los
förster knie nieder und bind es mir gleich"
"frau gräfin frau
gräfin seht mich nicht so an
ich diene euch ja für mein brot
euer busen ist weiß doch das handbein ist kalt
es ist kalt es ist kalt
süß ist die liebe, doch bitter der tod"
der förster er floh in
der selbigen nacht.
er ritt bis hinab zu der see
"herr schiffer herr schiffer nimm mich auf in dein boot
in dein boot in dein boot
schiffer ich muß bis ans ende der see"
es war eine lieb zwischen füchsin
und hahn
"goldener liebst du mich auch"
und fein war der abend doch dann kam die früh
kam die früh, kam die früh
und all seine federn, hingen im strauch
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seventy-six
why is my verse so barren of
new bride
so far from variation or quick change
why with the time do i not glance a side
to new found methods to compounds strange
why write i still all one ever
the same
that every word doth almost tell ma name
showing their birth and where they did proceed
and keep convention in a noted weed
how (o know) sweet love i always
write of you
you and love are in what ever i do (so all my best is dressing
old words new)
(spending again what is already spent)
(and you and love are still my argument)
for as the son is daily new and old
so is my love still telling what is told
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rats are leaving
hey-dey look at me
i pull my paddle up one two three
and i pull my paddle to the beat of a drum
and i never get a rest 'till the day is done
i pull my paddle and I push
it right back
me and a hundred with a shaggle on my neck
damned to be lashed on this never ending trip
before the rats are leaving the sinking ship
rum and whiskey are used to
be our freight
captured it all in about seven hundred raids
and i pull my paddle with a curse on my lips
before the rats are leaving the sinking ship
the sea gets raw and the wind
blows cold
got the mightiest storm you have ever been told
this might be the end of a terrible grip
before the rats are leaving the sinking ship
the ship turns left and the
ship turns right
every wave that breaks was a terrible fight
caught in chains and no reason to be hip
and now the rats are leaving the sinking ship
hey-dey look at me
i pull my paddle up one two three
and i pull my paddle to the beat of a drum
and i never get a rest 'till the day is done
tell my lady not to wait i'll
be on my way
i send them all to heavensgate 'till the end of day
hey-dey look at me
i pull my paddle up one two three
and i pull my paddle to the beat of a drum
and i never get a rest 'till the day is done
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di grine kuzine
tsu mir is gekummen a kuzine
schejn wi gold is si gewen di grine
bekelech wi roite pomerantsn
fiselech wos betn sich tsum tantsn
herelech wi sejdn-web gelokte
tsendelech wi perelech getokte
ejgelech wi himl-bloj in friling
lipelech wi karschmelech a tswiling
nischt gegangen is si nor gesprungen
nischt geredt hot si nor gesungen
lebendik un frejlech jeder mine
ot asoj gewen is majn kusine
un asoy ariber senen jorn
fun majn kuzine is a tel geworn
pejdes hot si wochenlang gekliben
bis fun ir is gornischt mer gebliben
hajt wen ich bagegen majn kuzine
un ich freg ir s machstu epes grine
siftst si op un ch'lejen in ir mine
brenen sol kolumbuses medine
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the l&n don't stop here
anymore
when i was a curly headed baby
my daddy sat me down on his knee
and he said boy you go to school
you learn your letters
don't you be a dusty miner boy like me
i was born and raised at the
mouth
of the hazard holler
coal cars rambled past my door
now they're standing
in rusty rows all empty
and the l&n don't stop here anymore
i used to think my daddy was
a black man
with scrip enough to buy the company store
now he goes downtown with empty pockets
and his face is white as the february snow
i was born and raised at the
mouth
of the hazard holler
coal cars rambled past my door
now they're standing
in rusty rows all empty
and the l&n don't stop here anymore
last night i dreamed i went
down to the coal yard
to draw my pay like i always did before
but them old kudzu vines were growing through the doorways
and leaves and grass were growing right up through the floors
i was born and raised at the
mouth
of the hazard holler
coal cars rambled past my door
now they're standing
in rusty rows all empty
and the l&n don't stop here anymore
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sitting on a stone
sitting on a stone for hundred
years it's not a lie
my hands have seen so many nights and days
my hair looks like a punishment of grey columbo trees
for long ago i haven't spoken words
my life is just a waiting lost
in space and broken dreams
and thinking is an everlasting state
sitting on this montain that no other man has seen
is full of pain but hopefully my fate
could be that time is changing
and the stone is going on
could be that chains are breaking and the father meets his son
but dreams are often only bad escapes
what still remains is a dusty slave
remebering my childhood all
those lucky sunny days
there was no fear no anger no betray
i fell in love with sarah the queen of mullikey
a son was born with dark brown eyes in may
but suddenly a darkness came
across and wasted lands
and i was torn away by cruel hand
they brought me to this mountain and forced my on a stone
since then i've been waiting fo my end
could be that time is changing
and the stone is going on
could be that chains are breaking and the father meets his son
but dreams are often only bad escapes
what still remains is a dusty slave
now if the darkness leaves
me and i can go my way
i won't come back home again my son
forgive me dear old sarah my time has passed away
forever i am sitting on a stone
could be that time is changing
and the stone is going on
could be that chains are breaking and the father meets his son
but dreams are often only bad escapes
what still remains is a dusty slave
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from heaven into hell
coming down to nashville to
a lazy little bar
i never talked to strangers always hidden in my car
i drank fifteen pints of beer and saw ghosts around my brain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
after seven hours drinking
I met dragons in the street
i wished i was a hero chaising brokers' hearts to eat
i sang forty songs of liberty and fought against the rain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
so i danced into the morning
and was drunken in the night
all heavenly dark creatures they were standing by my side
i woke up when it was evening came from heaven into hell
oh my darling I would please you not to say a fairwell
crossing an old river i heard
music from the ships
i fell into the water searching whisky, fish and chips
i walked down there to a cabin with a headache full of pain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
there was barneby the fiddler
and gomero on the bass
i wondered how in heaven could they play the ace of spades
and john porter stroke the guitar and my soul became insane
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
so i danced into the morning
and was drunken in the night
all heavenly dark creatures they were standing by my side
i woke up when it was evening came from heaven into hell
oh my darling I would please you not to say a fairwell
when the morning came to nashville
i was lost alone in space
my arms laid round an angel who gave kisses on my face
i felt lucky it was mary who had found me near the train
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
let me cry let me cry oh my sweet love mary chain
so i danced into the morning
and was drunken in the night
all heavenly dark creatures they were standing by my side
i woke up when it was evening came from heaven into hell
oh my darling I would please you not to say a fairwell
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