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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if...

Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling The beat of...

Ol' man river, Dat ol' man river He mus'know sumpin' But don't say nuthin', He jes'keeps rollin' He keeps on rollin' along. He don' plant taters/tators, He don't plant cotton, An' dem dat plants'em is soon forgotten, But ol'man river, He jes keeps rollin'along....

Interview from the Emitt Rhodes Songbook, published in 1971 EMITT RHODES interviewed by RUSS AUWERTER (Formerly A.P., U.P.I, N.Y. TimesStaffer) 1971 Q. Give me a one minute or two minute summary of your whole life starting at birth. A. One minute or two?...

Songs of Experience Introduction Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed Soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might controll The starry...

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