Chorus: Who can guess the secret of the sea? Who can guess the secret of the sea? If you can guess the secret of my love for you We both could know the
(World War II Version) I got the news that the war had begun It was straight for the Army Hall that I run And all of the people in my home town Was a
I'm here in Buchenwald. My number's on my skin. Old Ilsa Koch is here. The prisoners walk the grounds. The hounds have killed a girl. The guards
Jackhammer Jackhammer Where you been Been out chasin them Gals again Ho ho ho Well I got them See my woman When the sun goes down Grab my hammer And go
Oh, I take my penny, And I go to the store, And when I got back, I was tired and sore. Well, why am I tired? And why am I sore? Cause I didn't get a
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round, Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town. And the police make it hard wherever I may go And I ain
Well, I went to the dance and the animals come, Jaybird danced with horse-shoes on. Grasshopper danced till he fell on the floor Jig along, jig along,
Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land A hard-working man and brave He said to the rich, "Give your money to the poor," But they laid Jesus
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song Way down inside me long ago And now I can't remember when it was But it joined up with the rest of
Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rails hummin'? That's the hobo's lullaby I know your clothes are torn
There is a house in this old town And that's where my true love lays around And he takes other women right down on his knee And he tells them a little
It's after my work tired and weary, I lay down to rest my eyes, I see this world change in a whirlwind and heaven flies down from the skies; I see rising
Take off, take off your shoes This place you're standing, it's holy ground Take off, take off your shoes The spot you're standing, its holy ground These
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman, LetA's go make a picture On the island of Stromboli, Ingrid Bergman Ingrid Bergman, youA're so perty, YouA'd make any
It's Honeyka Hanukah 'round and around, Honeycake Hanukah, eat them down, Latkes and goody things all over town, It's Honeyky Hanukah time. It's Honeyky
Hoodoo voodoo, Seven twenty, one two; Haystacks, hostacks, A B C. High poker, low joker, Ninety nine a Zero; Sidewalk, streetcar, Dance a goofy dance.
I've got to know, yes, I've got to know, friend; Hungry lips ask me wherever I go! Comrades and friends all falling around me I've got to know, yes,
The birds are singing In your eyes today; The flowers blooming in your smile; The wind and sun Are in the words you say; Where might your lonesome lover