My Lord, what a morning My Lord, what a morning My Lord, what a morning When the stars begin to fall Oh, sinner what will you do Oh, sinner what will
I woke up this mornin' with my mind My mind, it was stayed on freedom I woke up this mornin' with my mind My mind, it was stayed on freedom I woke up
Wish I was in bowling greens Sitting in my chair When I'm around my pretty little gal When I'm around my dear, when I'm around my dear Bowling Green,
I came home the other night as drunk as I could be I saw a horse in the stable where my horse ought to be I said to my wife, my pretty little wife, explain
You made me a pallet on the floor Oh, yes, you made me a pallet on the floor When I had no place to go you opened up your door And you made me a pallet
Here I sit on Buttermilk hill Who can play me, cry my fill And every tear and turn of milk Johnny is gone for a soldier I sold my rock, I sold my reel
Three gates to the north and three in the south There's three in the east and three in the west There's twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah Oh, what
And left us no way out but war. Chorus It could happen today Unless we learn to change our ways Warlords lead us to death, They're Weavers of the Web.
As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. CHORUS To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids, To the weaver
Did you see it move There's something there It's in this very cloth that I weave In the most peculiar ways that we behave It's the time of the turning
Traduzione: The Dream Weavers. Quasi il suo domani.
Traduzione: Peter Gabriel. The Time Of The Turning (Reprise) / The Weavers Reel.
Traduzione: Hawkwind. Web Weavers.
Traduzione: La Houghton Weavers. La Foglia.
Traduzione: La Houghton Weavers. Murphy ed i mattoni.
Traduzione: La Houghton Weavers. Gypsy Rover.
Traduzione: La Houghton Weavers. Where Do You Go From Here.
Traduzione: Sconosciuto. Tessitori Vita.