: (Lloyd Stone/Georgia Harkness/Jean Sibelius) This is my song, O God of all the nations A song of peace, for lands afar & mine This is my home, the
: (A. Hayes, E. Robinson) I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "
: (Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans
: (B. Dylan) Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play
: (Natalie Merchant) Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about
: (V. Morrison, P. Moloney) I wished I had you in Carrickfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrand, I would swim over the deepest ocean, The deepest ocean
: (Traditional) There was a wealthy merchant, In London he did dwell He had a lovely daughter, The truth to you I'll tell Oh the truth to you I'll tell
: (Bob Dylan) Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron
: (Traditional, arranged and adapted by Joan Baez) If I had wings like Noah's dove I'd fly the river to the one I love Fare thee well, my honey, fare
: (Traditional) Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger, She says that
: (Steve Earle) I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man
: (B. Dylan) You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your
: (Greg Brown) Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains
: (M. Huffman, W. Guthrie) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps They're flying you back to
(Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans
(Traditional, arranged and adapted by Joan Baez) If I had wings like Noah's dove I'd fly the river to the one I love Fare thee well, my honey, fare
(B. Dylan) Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play
(Lloyd Stone/Georgia Harkness/Jean Sibelius) This is my song, O God of all the nations A song of peace, for lands afar & mine This is my home, the country
