Adam O' Henry - C'mon in

1. Sound of Silence
 7. Yesterday
2. Michael row the boat to shore
 8. The Boxer
3. Up on the roof
 9. City of New Orleans
4. Help me make it through the night
10. The Rose
5. Tom Dooley
11. Old man river
6. Bad Leroy Brown

1. Sound of Silence


Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk to you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left her seed while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Through narrow streets of cobbled stones
'neath the halo of a street-lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
But my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no-one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"And fools", said I, "You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows,
Hear my words that I might teach you;
Take my arms that I might reach you".
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the well of silence.

And then the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.

2. Michael row the boat to shore



Michael row the boat to shore, Alleluia
Michael row the boat to shore, Alleluia

Sister help to trim the sail, Alleluia
Sister help to trim the sail, Alleluia


River Jordan is chilly and cold, Alleluia
Chills the body but not the soul, Alleluia


River is deep and the river is wide, Alleluia
Milk and honey on the other side, Alleluia


3. Up on the roof

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space
On the roof the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let me tell you now
When I come home feeling tired and weak
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet

I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise
Down in the street
On the roof the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof.

At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling you can share it all with me
I keep on telling you
Right smack-dab in the middle of town
I've found a paradise that's trouble-proof
And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two up on the roof.

4. Help me make it through the night

Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Lay it soft against your skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my side
'til the early morning light
All I'm taking is you time
Help me make it through the night.


Well I don't care who's right or wrong
And I don't try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
For tonight I need a friend.

Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight
And it's sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night.


Yesterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight
And it's sad to be alone
Help me make it through the night.

5. Tom Dooley


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
Their I took her life
I met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife.


This time tomorrow
Rockon where I'd be
Hadn't been for Grayson
I'd been in Tennessee.


This time tomorrow
Rockon where I'd be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hanging from a wide oak tree.


6. Bad Leroy Brown

Well the South-side of Chicago
It's the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown
Now Leroy more than trouble
He stood about six feet-four
All the down-town ladies
Call him tree-top lover
All the studs they call him "Suh".


And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than 0l' King Kong
And meaner than a junk-yard dog.

Now Leroy he a gambler
And he like his fancy clothes
He like to wave his diamond rings in front
Of everybody's nose
He got a Custom Continental
He got an Eldorado too
He got a 32-gun in his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe.


Well friday 'bout a week ago
You know Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a lady named Doris
And Mmmmmmm she sure looked niiice
Well he layed his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And Leroy Brown he learned a lesson
'bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man


7. Yesterday

All my troubles seem so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
O I believe in yesterday
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
O yesterday came suddenly
Why she had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said something wrong, now I long
For yesterday, yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
O I believe in yesterday
I believe in yesterday.

8. The Boxer

I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketfull of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still a man hears all he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Lai, lai, lai

When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quit of a railroad station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quaters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lai, lai, lai

Asking only workmen's wages
Well I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
And I'm laying out my winter clothes
Wishing I was gone, going home
Where the New York City winters are leaving me
Leaving me, aah! Going home
Lai, lai, lai

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries his reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him while he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains
Lai, lai, lai.

9. City of New Orleans

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the South-bound Odyssey
The train pulls out of Kentucky
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passing trains that have no name
And freight-yards full of old black men
And the grave-yards of rusted automobiles.


Good morning America, how are ya
Say don't ya know me, I'm your native son
I'm your train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles
When the day is done.

Dealing cards with the old men in the club-car
Getting a point, aint no-one keeping score
Pass the paper-bag that hides the bottle
You can hear the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
The sons of Pullman porters
The sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
And mothers with their babes asleep
A-rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rail is all they feel.


Night-time on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennesee
Half-way home we'll be there by the mornin'
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
Aah! But all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails they still aint heard the news
The conductor sings his songs again
The passengers will please refrain
This train has got the disappearing railroad blues.


10. The Rose

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns a tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leads a soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower, and you it's only seed.

It's the soul, afraid of dreaming, that never learns to dance.
It's the soul, afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.
It's the one, who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give,
And the soul, afraid of dyin' that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the Rose.

11. Old man river

Here we all work 'long the Mississippi
Here we all work while the white folk play
Pullin' dem boats from the dawn to sunset
Gittin' no rest 'til the judgement day
Don't look up, and don't look down
Ya don't dast made the boss-man frown
Bend your knees, and bow your head
And pull that rope until you're dead
Let me go 'way from the Mississippi
Let me go 'way from the white-man Boss
Show me that stream called the River Jordan
That's the old stream that I long to cross.

Ol' Man River, that ol' Man River
He don't say nothin',
But he must know somethin'
He just keeps rollin', he keeps on rollin' along
He don't plant taters, he don't plant cotton
And dem what plants 'em are soon forgotten
But ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along.

You and me, we sweat and strain
Body all achin' and racked with pain
Tote that barge, lift that bail
You get a little drunk and you lands in jail
I gets weary and sick of tryin'
I'm tired of livin', but I'm scared of dyin'
And ol' Man River, he just keeps rollin' along.

Last update: 01/03/99

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