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The Kingston Trio Album



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The Spinnin' Of The World
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Dance to the circle, watch it grow. Turning like forever, movin' slow.
It's only a moment, yes, I know. Children of the morning told me so.

Burn with the fire, make it bright. Lost within the space of outer sight.
One lonely flame against the night. Children of the morning, make it light.

Worn by a voice upon the breeze, glistened by the waters rollin' free.
Hidden in the color of a tree. Children of the morning, it is thee.

Stand upon the mountain, it is done. Watch them at the cross roads as they come.
Blinded by another winter's sun. Children of the morning, you have won.

(Repeat first verse)

. . .


I was lookin' at the sun. Pardon me, I didn't know it can't be done. I was lookin' at the sun. I was lookin' at the sun.

I was callin' back my youth. Pardon me, did you want to use the booth? I was callin' back my youth. I was callin' back my youth.

Chorus:
I don't listen to the fools that are makin' up the rules. I'm a-havin' too much fun.
Doin' what I wanta, hit and run. Doin' what I wanta hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run.

So my world is made of paint, pardon me, I didn't know that you're a saint. So my world is made of paint. So my world is made of paint.
You are lookin' for the truth. Pardon me, I think your poodles on the roof. You are lookin' for the truth. You are lookin' for the truth.

(Chorus)

I may never be that good. Pardon me, I never said I ever would. I may never be that good. I may never be that good.

(Repeat first verse and chorus)

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When you've been away from the color of the sky, when you've been away for a long time
You will see it true. It's a different shade of blue when you've been away for a long time.

When you've been away from the music in your heart, when you've been away for a long time.
The songs come back again like an old familiar friend when you've been away for a long time.

I can hear. I can see. I can feel. I am free and I've been away for a long time.

When you've been away from the loving in your soul, when you've been away for a long time.
I hear it's like a rain that washes all your pain when you've been away for a long time.

When you've been away from someone you once knew, when you've been away for a long time.
If you find it true that someone was just you, then you've been away for a long time.
I can hear. I can see. I can feel. I am free
And I've been away, I've been away, I've been away for a long time.

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He awe mai au, lei pakalana
E ia one pua, lei pakalana

He awe mai au, lei poni moie
E ia one pua, lei awapuhi

Haina i mai, ana kapuana
E ia one pua, lei pakalana (repeat this verse)

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I was hopin' that you'd come to me. It's plain that I can see that you are cryin', yes, you are cryin'.
Yeah, I have often lied to cover up my pride and I have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.
I have other friends. I think that they're the end, but I just love you. I just love you.
It goes on and on, longer than a song and I will need you. I will need you.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.

La, da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da, wheeeeee yeah.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.

I was hopin' that you'd come to me. It's plain that I can see that you are cryin', yes, you are cryin'.
Yeah, I have often lied to cover up my pride and I have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you.
Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry.
Oh, don't you cry. Oh, don't you cry. Oh, don't you cry.

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Winds may blow o'er the icy sea. I'll take with me the warmth of thee, a taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
I'll return. I will return. Return for the honey and you.

Winds may blow o'er the icy sea. I'll take with me the warmth of thee, a taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine.
A taste of honey, a taste much sweeter than wine. (Taste much sweeter, much sweeter than wine.)
Taste much sweeter, much sweeter than wine. Ahhh. Honey!

. . .


I once had a girl or should I say she once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?

She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
So, I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair

I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine
We talked until two, and then she said, "It's time for bed"

She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath

Then when I awoke, I was alone
This bird had flown
So, I lit a fire
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?

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I could go a-runnin', jumpin', reachin' for the sky (reachin' for the sky)
That's all that I thought that it would take to buy your mind (take to buy your mind)
Then one day, I looked the other way.

Chorus:
And, hey, did you ever see my town at sundown, all the hills around.
Hey, put your money away. Hey, hey, put your money away. Hey, hey, put your money away.

When somebody comes a-callin', knockin' on my door (knockin' on my door)
Tryin' hard to sell me something that I have no use for (I have no use for)
I push the fool inside. I take a look outside.

(Chorus)

I could go a-runnin', jumpin', reachin' for the sky (reachin' for the sky)
That's all that I thought that it would take to buy your mind (take to buy your mind)
Then one day, I looked the other way.

(Chorus)

. . .


There was time for the laughter and time for the rain, time for the people who don't know my name.
Time for everything, I know it's true and I know that I should have had more time for you.

Chorus:
So, lock all the windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more.
Lock all the windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more.

But there so many places that I've never been. So many faces a-callin' me friend.
L. A. is pretty and New York is cold and Chicago is just an old story I've told.

(Chorus)

But the hands of the clock keep on goin' around and the calendar pages keep fallin' on down.
Come follow me, then, wherever I go and when we'll get home here, I really don't know.
We'll lock all the windows. Close all the doors and we'll go out runnin' just like before. (Repeat)

. . .


Let me be a little kinder. Let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those about me, let me praise a little more.
Let me be, when I am weary, just a little bit more cheery. Think a little more of others and a little less of me.

Let me be a little braver when temptation bids me waver. Let me strive a little harder to be all that I should be.
Let me be a little meeker with a brother that is weaker. Let me think more of my neighbor and a little less of me.

Let me be, when I am weary, just a little bit more cheery. Let me serve a little better those that I am striving for.
Let me be a little meeker with the brother that is weaker. Think a little more of others and a little less of me.

. . .

The Spinnin' Of The World

[No lyrics]

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In the quiet of the dawn a little soul is born.
Put him in a blanket to see if he is warm.
Hold him very close, just as closely as you can,
For he'll never ever be that little soul again.

On a summer morning there's a little boy play
Discovering the world, that will be his one day.
Watch him very close just as closely as you can,
For he'll never ever be that young boy again.

On an autumn afternoon a young man goes to learn
How to build the bridges and makes the wheels to turn.
And woman you will love him just as often as you can,
For he'll never ever be that young man again.

On a lonely midnight winter an old man goes to sleep,
Leaving everything he owned for other men to keep.
And the earth will hold him close, just as closely as it can,
For he'll never ever be that old man again.

Epilogue:
Gone a life of yearning, a heart that's old and worn.
And in the quite of the dawn a little soul is born.

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