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Peter Paul Mary A Song Will Rise

Mornin' Don't you want to hear the children singin' on that Great Day in the Mornin' Don't you want to hear all the children singin' Big ol' bells a-ringin

shed a tear for me I ain't the love you thought I'd be I've got a hundred more like you so don't be blue I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through. Now

And next Monday mornin' the bells they will ring And my true love will buy me a gay gold ring Also he'll buy me a new pretty gown To wear at my wedding

(Adapt. & Arr. by Yarrow/Stookey/Travers/Okun/Jacobsen/Story) Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She never gets lonesome till

banks of the river Watching the moonbeams as evening drew nigh. All alone as I rambled I spied a fair damsel Weepin' and wailin' with many a sigh. Weepin

will split and the ship will hit And the sand on the shoreline will be shakin' And the tide will sound and the waves will pound And the mornin' will be