California Dreamin'by The Mamas & the Papas
All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray I've been for a walk on a winter's day I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A. California dreamin' on such a winter's day Stopped in to a church I passed along the way Well I got down on my knees and I pretend to pray You know the preacher liked the cold He knows I'm gonna stay California dreamin' on such a winter's day All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray I've been for a walk on a winter's day If I didn't tell her I could leave today California dreamin' on such a winter's day California dreamin' on such a winter's day California dreamin' on such a winter's day Songwriters: John Edmund Andrew Phillips / Michelle Gilliam California Dreamin' lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group |
Oh Susannahperformed by James Taylor
Well I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see It did rain all night the day I left, the weather was bone dry The sun was so hot I froze myself, Suzanne, don't you go on and cry I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me As I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee Well I had myself a dream the other night when everything was still I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne, she was coming around the hill Now, the buckwheat cake was in her mouth, a tear was in her eye I said, that I come from Dixie land, Suzanne, don't you break down and cry I said, oh, Susannah, now, don't you cry for me 'Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee Songwriters: Sanford Schmidt / Stephen Collins Foster Oh Susannah lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc Sutter's Mill
Dan Fogelberg In the Spring of Forty-seven, So the story, it is told, Old John Sutter went to the mill site Found a piece of shining gold. Well, he took it to the city Where the word, like wildfire, spread. And old John Sutter soon came to wish he'd Left that stone in the river bed. For they came like herds of locusts Every woman, child and man In their lumbering Conestogas They left their tracks upon the land. Some would fail and some would prosper Some would die and some would kill Some would thank the Lord for their deliverance And some would curse John Sutter's Mill. Well, they came from New York City, And they came from Alabam' With their dreams of finding fortunes In this wild unsettled land. Well, some fell prey to hostile arrows As they tried to cross the plains. And… Writer(s): Dan Fogelberg |