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DISCID=0b0fb211
DTITLE=Judy Collins / Forever: an Anthology (disc 1)
DYEAR=1997
DGENRE=Vocal
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 kn
EXTT0=ow \nWhose age is twenty one \nHe comes from down in souther
EXTT0=n Colorado \nJust out of the service, he's looking for his f
EXTT0=un \nSomeday soon, going with him, someday soon. \n\nMy pare
EXTT0=nts cannot stand him \n'cause he rides the rodeo \nMy father
EXTT0= says that \nHe will leave me crying \nI would follow him ri
EXTT0=ght down \nThe roughest road I know \nSomeday soon, going wi
EXTT0=th him \nSomeday soon. \ne fr But when he comes to call \nMy
EXTT0= Pa ain't got a good word to say \nGuess it's 'cause he's ju
EXTT0=st as wild \nIn his younger days \n\nSo blow you ol' blue no
EXTT0=rther \nBlow my love to me \nHe's riding in tonight from Cal
EXTT0=ifornia \nHe loves his damned ol' rodeo \nAs much as he love
EXTT0=s me \nSomeday soon, going with him \nSomeday soon. 
EXTT1=WHO KNOWS WHERE THE TIME GOES? \n(Sandy Denny) \n\nAcross th
EXTT1=e evening sky, all the birds are leaving \nBut how can they 
EXTT1=know it's time for them to go? \nBefore the winter fire, I w
EXTT1=ill still be dreaming \nI have no thought of time \n\nFor wh
EXTT1=o knows where the time goes? \nWho knows where the time goes
EXTT1=? \n\nSad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving 
EXTT1=\nAh, but then you know it's time for them to go \nBut I wil
EXTT1=l still be here, I have no thought of leaving \nI do not cou
EXTT1=nt the time \n\nFor who knows where the time goes? \nWho kno
EXTT1=ws where the time goes? \n\nAnd I am not alone while my love
EXTT1= is near me \nI know it will be so until it's time to go \nS
EXTT1=o come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring aga
EXTT1=in \nI have no fear of time \n\nFor who knows how my love gr
EXTT1=ows? \nAnd who knows where the time goes? 
EXTT2=CHELSEA MORNING \n(Joni Mitchell) \n\nWoke up big this Chels
EXTT2=ea morning and the first thing that I heard \nWas a song out
EXTT2=side my window \nAnd the traffic wrote the words \nIt came r
EXTT2=inging up like Christmas bells \nAnd rapping up like pipes a
EXTT2=nd drums \nOh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day \nAnd we'l
EXTT2=l wear it till the night comes \n\nWoke up big this Chelsea 
EXTT2=morning and the first thing that I saw \nWas the sun through
EXTT2= yellow curtains \nAnd a rainbow on my wall \nBlue, red, gre
EXTT2=en and gold to welcome you \nCrimson, crystal peaks to becko
EXTT2=n \nOh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, \nThere's a side
EXTT2=-show every second \n\nNow the curtain opens on a portrait o
EXTT2=f today \nAnd the streets are paved with passers-by \nAnd pi
EXTT2=ctures fly and papers lie \nJust waiting to blow away \n\nWo
EXTT2=ke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I kn
EXTT2=ew \nThere was milk and toast and honey \nAnd a bowl of oran
EXTT2=ges 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 da
EXTT2=y \nAnd we'll talk in present tenses \n\nNow the curtain clo
EXTT2=ses and the rainbow runs away \nI'll bring you incense, owls
EXTT2= by night \nBy candle-light, by jewel-light \nIf only you wi
EXTT2=ll stay \n\nPretty baby, won't you \nWake up, it's the Chels
EXTT2=ea morning 
EXTT3=Suzanne\n\nSuzanne takes you down to her place near the rive
EXTT3=r \nYou can hear the boats go by \nYou can spend the night b
EXTT3=eside her \nAnd you know that she's half crazy \nBut that's 
EXTT3=why you want to be there \nAnd she feeds you tea and oranges
EXTT3= \nThat come all the way from China \nAnd just when you mean
EXTT3= to tell her \nThat you have no love to give her \nThen she 
EXTT3=gets you on her wavelength \nAnd she lets the river answer 
EXTT3=\nThat you've always been her lover \nAnd you want to travel
EXTT3= with her \nAnd you want to travel blind \nAnd you know that
EXTT3= she will trust you \nFor you've touched her perfect body wi
EXTT3=th your mind. \n\nAnd Jesus was a sailor \nWhen he walked up
EXTT3=on the water \nAnd he spent a long time watching \nFrom his 
EXTT3=lonely wooden tower \nAnd when he knew for certain \nOnly dr
EXTT3=owning men could see him \nHe said "All men will be sailors 
EXTT3=then \nUntil the sea shall free them" \nBut he himself was b
EXTT3=roken \nLong before the sky would open \nForsaken, almost hu
EXTT3=man \nHe sank beneath your wisdom like a stone \nAnd you wan
EXTT3=t to travel with him \nAnd you want to travel blind \nAnd yo
EXTT3=u think maybe you'll trust him \nFor he's touched your perfe
EXTT3=ct body with his mind. \n\nNow Suzanne takes your hand \nAnd
EXTT3= she leads you to the river \nShe is wearing rags and feathe
EXTT3=rs \nFrom Salvation Army counters \nAnd the sun pours down l
EXTT3=ike honey \nOn our lady of the harbour \nAnd she shows you w
EXTT3=here to look \nAmong the garbage and the flowers \nThere are
EXTT3= heroes in the seaweed \nThere are children in the morning 
EXTT3=\nThey are leaning out for love \nAnd they will lean that wa
EXTT3=y forever \nWhile Suzanne holds the mirror \nAnd you want to
EXTT3= travel with her \nAnd you want to travel blind \nAnd you kn
EXTT3=ow that you can trust her \nFor she's touched your perfect b
EXTT3=ody with her mind. 
EXTT4=BORN TO THE BREED\nwords & music by Judy Collins\nCopyright:
EXTT4= The Wildflowers Company\n\nI was only nineteen \nThe mornin
EXTT4=g you were born\nWith you hair fine and red\nAnd eyes like m
EXTT4=y own\n\nBarely a woman\nWith only a song\nI sang to keep yo
EXTT4=u smilin\nAnd held you all night long\n\nHome through the st
EXTT4=reets\nWith you in my arms\nCold winter mornings\nIn a Color
EXTT4=ado town\n\nI've seen you stumble\nYou've watched me fall\nY
EXTT4=ou know I've got nothing\nYou know we've got it all\n\nRain 
EXTT4=comes down and the trucks rollin by\nDoes that old parka kee
EXTT4=p you dry?\nSixteen years old, out on the road\nTryin' to ge
EXTT4=t to the sky\n\nBack in September\nYou call me on the phone
EXTT4=\n"Ma, you know I love you,\nBut I gotta be own my own\nCome
EXTT4=s the time in a boy's life\nWhen he's got to be a man,\nPlea
EXTT4=se don't try to find me\nPlease try to understand."\n\nGot m
EXTT4=e a job in a rock and roll band\nGonna try to see if I can g
EXTT4=et by\nSixteen years old, out on the road, \nTrying to get t
EXTT4=o the sky.\n\nI've watched you grow\nThru all these years\nY
EXTT4=ou've seen me stumble\nI've watched your tears\n\nSometimes 
EXTT4=there were roses\nSometimes it was thorns\nBut I know you're
EXTT4= gonna make it\nAs sure as you were born\n\nAnd I hope from 
EXTT4=what you wanted\nYou get what you need\nI know your gonna ma
EXTT4=ke it\nYou were born to the breed\n\nSixteen years old\nOut 
EXTT4=on the road, \nTrying to get to the sky
EXTT5=
EXTT6=SINCE YOU'VE ASKED\nwords and music by Judy Collins\nCopyrig
EXTT6=ht: The Wildflowers Company 1968\n\nWhat I'll give you since
EXTT6= you asked\nis all my time together;\nTake the rugged sunny 
EXTT6=days,\nthe warm and Rocky weather,\nTake the roads that I ha
EXTT6=ve walked along,\nlooking for tommorow's time,\npeace of min
EXTT6=d.\n\nAs my life spills into yours,\nchanging with the hours
EXTT6=\nFilling up the world with time,\nturning time to flowers,
EXTT6=\nI can show you all the songs\nThat I never sang to one man
EXTT6= before.\n\nWe have seen a million stones lying by the water
EXTT6=.\nYou have climbed the hills with me \nto the mountain shel
EXTT6=ter,\nTaken off the days one by one,\nSetting them to breath
EXTT6=e in the sun.\n\nTake the lilies and the lace\nfrom the days
EXTT6= if childhood,\nAll the willow winding paths \nleading up an
EXTT6=d outward,\nThis is what I give,\nThis is what I ask you for
EXTT6=;\nnothing more.
EXTT7=BREAD AND ROSES \n(James Oppenheim) \n\nAs we go marching, m
EXTT7=arching, in the beauty of the day, \nA million darkened kitc
EXTT7=hens, a thousand mill lofts gray, \nAre touched with all the
EXTT7= radiance that a sudden sun discloses, \nFor the people hear
EXTT7= us singing: Bread and Roses! Bread and Roses! \n\nAs we go 
EXTT7=marching, marching, we battle too for men, \nFor they are wo
EXTT7=men's children, and we mother them again. \nOur lives shall 
EXTT7=not be sweated from birth until life closes; \nHearts starve
EXTT7= as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses. \n\nAs
EXTT7= we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead \nGo crying
EXTT7= through our singing their ancient call for bread. \nSmall a
EXTT7=rt and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. oth Yes,
EXTT7= it is bread we fight for, but we fight for roses too. \n\nA
EXTT7=s we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days, \nThe
EXTT7= rising of the women means the rising of the race. \nNo more
EXTT7= the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes, \nBu
EXTT7=t a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and ro
EXTT7=ses. \n\nOur lives shall not be sweated from birth until lif
EXTT7=e closes; \nhearts starve as well as bodies; bread and roses
EXTT7=, bread and roses. 
EXTT8=IN THE HILLS OF SHILOH \n(Shel Silverstein) \n\nHave you see
EXTT8=n Amanda Blaine in the hills of Shiloh \nWandering through t
EXTT8=he morning rain through the hills of Shiloh \nHave you seen 
EXTT8=her at her door, listening for the cannon's roar \nAnd a man
EXTT8= who went to war from the hills of Shiloh \n\nHave you heard
EXTT8= her mournful cries in the hills of Shiloh \nHave you seen h
EXTT8=er haunted eyes in the hills of Shiloh \nHave you seen her r
EXTT8=unning down searching through the sleeping town \nIn her yel
EXTT8=lowed wedding gown in the hills of Shiloh \n\nHave you seen 
EXTT8=her standing there in the hills of Shiloh \nWind a blowing t
EXTT8=hrough her hair in the hills of Shiloh \nListening for the s
EXTT8=ound of guns listening for the rolling drums \nAnd a man who
EXTT8= never comes to the hills of Shiloh \n\nHave you heard Amand
EXTT8=a sing in the hills of Shiloh \nWhispering to her wedding ri
EXTT8=ng in the hills of Shiloh \nHear her humming soft and low, p
EXTT8=oor 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
EXTT9= of New Orleans \nIllinois Central, Monday mornin' rail \n15
EXTT9= cars & 15 restless riders \nThree conductors, 25 sacks of m
EXTT9=ail \n\nAll along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out
EXTT9= of Kankakee \nRolls along past houses, farms & fields \nPas
EXTT9=sin' towns that have no name, freight yards full of old gray
EXTT9= men \nAnd the graveyards of rusted automobiles \n\ncho: Goo
EXTT9=d mornin' America, how are you? \nDon't you know me? I'm you
EXTT9=r native son! \nI'm the train they call the City of New Orle
EXTT9=ans \nI'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done \n\nDealin
EXTT9=' cards with the old men in the club car \nPenny a point, ai
EXTT9=n't no one keepin' score \nPass the paper bag that holds the
EXTT9= bottle \nAnd feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor \n\n
EXTT9=And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers \nRi
EXTT9=de their fathers' magic carpet made of steel \nMothers with 
EXTT9=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
EXTT9= the City of New Orleans \nChangin' cars in Memphis, Tenness
EXTT9=ee \nHalfway home & we'll be there by mornin' \nThru the Mis
EXTT9=sissippi darkness rollin' down to the sea \n\nBut all the to
EXTT9=wns & people seem to fade into a bad dream \nAnd the steel r
EXTT9=ail still ain't heard the news \nThe conductor sings his son
EXTT9=g again \n"The passengers will please refrain: \nThis train 
EXTT9=has got the disappearin' RR blues \n\nGoodnight America How 
EXTT9=are you? ... 
EXTT10=FALLOW WAY \nwords and music by Judy Collins\nCopyright: Th
EXTT10=e Wildflowers Company 1997\n\nI'll learn to love the fallow
EXTT10= way \nWhen winter draws the valley down\nand stills the ri
EXTT10=vers in their storm\nand freezes all the little brooks\nTim
EXTT10=e when our steps slow to the song\nOf falling flakes and cr
EXTT10=ackling flames \nWhen silver stars are high and still\nDeep
EXTT10= in the velvet of the night sky\n\n\nThe crystal time the s
EXTT10=ilence times\nI'll learn to love their quietness \nWhen dee
EXTT10=p beneath the glistening snow\nThe black earth dreams in of
EXTT10= violets\nI'll learn to love the fallow times\n\nI'll learn
EXTT10= to love the fallow way \nWhen all my colors fade to white
EXTT10=\nAnd flying birds fold back their wings\nUpon my anxious w
EXTT10=onderings\nThe sun has slanted all her rays\nAcross the vas
EXTT10=t and harvest plains\nMy memories mingle in the dawn\nand d
EXTT10=ream a joyful vagabonds\n\nThe crystal time the silence tim
EXTT10=es\nI'll learn to love their quietness \nWhen deep beneath 
EXTT10=the glistening snow\nThe black earth dreams in of violets\n
EXTT10=I'll learn to love the fallow times\n\nNor no drummer comes
EXTT10= across the place\nTo tell triumph of a pair\nNo word far o
EXTT10=ff battle's cry\nTo draw me out or draw me nigh\nI'll learn
EXTT10= to love the fallow way\n\n\nI'll learn to love the fallow 
EXTT10=way\nAnd gather in the patient fruits \nand after autumns b
EXTT10=laze and burn\nI'll know the full still, deep roots\nThat n
EXTT10=othing seem to do or need\n\n\n\n\nThat crack the ice in fr
EXTT10=ozen pond \nAnd slumbering in winter's folds\nHave dreams o
EXTT10=f green and blue and gold\nI'll learn to love the fallow wa
EXTT10=y\nAnd listening for blossoming\nof my own heart once more 
EXTT10=in spring\n\n\nAs sure as time, as sure as snow\nAs sure as
EXTT10= moonlight and of stars\nThe fallow time will fall away\nTh
EXTT10=e sun will bring an April day\nand I will yield to Summer's
EXTT10= way
EXTT11=
EXTT12=MY FATHER\nwords & music by Judy Collins\nCopyright: The Wi
EXTT12=ldflowers Company 1968\n\n\nMy father always promised us\nT
EXTT12=hat we would live in France\nWe'd go boating on the Seine\n
EXTT12=And I would learn to dance\n\nWe lived in Ohio then\nHe wor
EXTT12=ked in the mines\nOn his dreams like boats \nWe knew we wou
EXTT12=ld sail in time\n\nAll my sisters soon were gone\nTo Denver
EXTT12= and Cheyenne\nMarrying their grownup dreams\nThe lilacs an
EXTT12=d the man\n\nI stayed behind the youngest still\nOnly dance
EXTT12=d alone\nThe colors of my father's dreams\nFaded without a 
EXTT12=sound\n\nAnd I live in Paris now\nMy children dance and dre
EXTT12=am\nHearing the ways of a miner's life\nIn words they've ne
EXTT12=ver seen\n\nI sail my memories of home\nLike boats across t
EXTT12=he Seine\nAnd watch the Paris sun\nAs it sets in my father'
EXTT12=s eyes again\n\nMy father always promised us\nThat we would
EXTT12= live in France\nWe'd go boating on the Seine\nAnd I would 
EXTT12=learn to dance\n\nI sail my memories of home \nLike boats a
EXTT12=cross the Seine\nAnd watch the Paris sun\nAs it sets in my 
EXTT12=father's eyes again
EXTT13=La Chanson Des Vieux Amants\nJacques Brel and Grard Jouann
EXTT13=est\n\nBien sr, nous emes des orages \nVingt ans d'amour,
EXTT13= c'est l'amour fol \nMille fois tu pris ton bagage \nMille 
EXTT13=fois je pris mon envol \nEt chaque meuble se souvient \nDan
EXTT13=s cette chambre sans berceau \nDes clats des vieilles temp
EXTT13=tes \nPlus rien ne ressemblait  rien \nTu avais perdu le 
EXTT13=got de l'eau \nEt moi celui de la conqute \n \nrefrain: 
EXTT13=\n\nMais mon amour \nMon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux am
EXTT13=our \nDe l'aube claire jusqu' la fin du jour \nJe t'aime e
EXTT13=ncore tu sais je t'aime \n\n \nMoi, je sais tous tes sorti
EXTT13=lges \nTu sais tous mes envotements \nTu m'as gard de pi
EXTT13=ges en piges \nJe t'ai perdue de temps en temps \nBien s
EXTT13=r tu pris quelques amants \nIl fallait bien passer le temps
EXTT13= \nIl faut bien que le corps exulte \nFinalement finalement
EXTT13= \nIl nous fallut bien du talent \nPour tre vieux sans tr
EXTT13=e adultes \n \n\nOh, mon amour \nMon doux mon tendre mon m
EXTT13=erveilleux amour \nDe l'aube claire jusqu' la fin du jour 
EXTT13=\nJe t'aime encore tu sais je t'aime \n\n \n\nEt plus le t
EXTT13=emps nous fait cortge\n\n\nEt plus le temps nous fait tour
EXTT13=ment \nmais n'est-ce pas le pire pige \nQue vivre en paix 
EXTT13=pour des amants \nBien sr tu pleures un peu moins tt \nJe
EXTT13= me dchire un peu plus tard \nNous protgeons moins nos my
EXTT13=stres \nOn laisse moins faire le hasard \nOn se mefie du f
EXTT13=il de l'eau \nMais c'est toujours la tendre guerre \n \n\n
EXTT13=Oh, mon amour... \nMon doux mon tendre mon merveilleux amou
EXTT13=r \nDe l'aube claire jusqu' la fin du jour \nJe t'aime enc
EXTT13=ore tu sais je t'aime. 
EXTT14=In My Life\nThe Beatles\n\nThere are places I'll remember\n
EXTT14=All my life though some have changed\nSome forever not for 
EXTT14=better\nSome have gone and some remain\nAll these places ha
EXTT14=ve their moments\nWith lovers and friends I still can recal
EXTT14=l\nSome are dead and some are living\nIn my life I've loved
EXTT14= them all\n\nBut of all these friends and lovers\nThere is 
EXTT14=no one compares with you\nAnd these memories lose their mea
EXTT14=ning\nWhen I think of love as something new\nThough I know 
EXTT14=I'll never lose affection\nFor people and things that went 
EXTT14=before\nI know I'll often stop and think about them\nIn my 
EXTT14=life I love you more\n\nThough I know I'll never lose affec
EXTT14=tion\nFor people and things that went before\nI know I'll o
EXTT14=ften stop and think about them\nIn my life I love you more
EXTT14=\nIn my life I love you more
EXTT15=
EXTT16=Send in the Clowns\nMusic and Lyrics by STEPHEN SONDHEIM\n
EXTT16=\nIsn't it rich?\nAre we a pair?\nMe here at last on the gr
EXTT16=ound,\nyou in mid-air.\nWhere are the clowns?\n\nIsn't it b
EXTT16=liss?\nDon't you approve?\nOne who keeps tearing around,\no
EXTT16=ne who can't move.\nWhere are the clowns?\nThere ought to b
EXTT16=e clowns.\n\nJust when I'd stopped\nopening doors,\nfinally
EXTT16= knowing \nthe one that I wanted was yours,\nMaking my entr
EXTT16=ance again,\nwith my usual flair,\nSure of my lines,\nno on
EXTT16=e is there.\n\nDon't you love farce?\nMy fault, I fear.\nI 
EXTT16=thought that you'd want what I want -\nsorry, my dear.\nAnd
EXTT16= where are the clowns?\nQuick, send in the clowns.\nDon't b
EXTT16=other, they're here.\n\nIsn't it rich?\nIsn't it queer?\nLo
EXTT16=sing my timing this late\nin my career?\nAnd where are the 
EXTT16=clowns?\nThere ought to be clowns.\nWell, maybe next year..
EXTT16=.\n
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