(G. Copeland) Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonlight Take to your bibles, take to your beds, now that nothing seems right National Guards
(Traditional) I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler I'm a long way from home And if you don't like me You can leave me alone For it's dark and it's rainin'
(Joan Baez) Speaking of dreams Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree Playing the Gipsy Kings After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz
(Joan Baez) We are the Warriors of the Sun We are the Warriors of the Sun If it's true about no more water but the fire next time Will the children
(C. E. Quick, F. Lowry) Whispering bells, Whisper low, Whispering bells, Love you so, Bring my baby Oh my baby back to me. (Baby back to me) Whispering
: (Joan Baez) Speaking of dreams Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree Playing the Gipsy Kings After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz