Simon & Garfunkel Rose Of Aberdeen

I’m a rambler I’m a gambler

I’m a long way from my home

If you people don’t like me

I can make out on my own

‘Casue it’s dark

And it’s rainin’

And the Moon gives no light

And my pony can hardly travel

On this darkened road at night

You know once I had a true love

Though her age was just sixteen

She was the flower of Belton

And the rose of Aberdeen

But her parents did not like me

And now she feels much the same

If I’m writ on in your Diary

Well blot out my name

‘Cause there’s changes in the ocean

And there’s changes in the sea

And there’s changes in my own true love

But there ain’t to changin’ me

Simon & Garfunkel My Little Town

In my little town

I grew up believing

God keeps his eye on us all

And He used to lean upon me

As I pledged allegiance to the wall

Lord, I recall

My little town

Coming home after school

Flying my bike past the gates

Of the factories

My mom doing the laundry

Hanging our shirts

In the dirty breeze

And after it rains

There’s a rainbow

And all of the colors are black

It’s not that the colors aren’t there

It’s just imagination they lack

Everything’s the same

Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town

In my little town

I never meant nothin’

I was just my father’s son

Saving my money

Dreaming of glory

Twitching like a finger

On the trigger of a gun

Leaving nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town

Simon & Garfunkel He Was My Brother

He was my brother

Five years older than I

He was my brother

Twenty-three years old the day he died

Freedom rider

They cursed my brother to his face

“Go home, outsider

This town is gonna be your buryin’ place

He was singin’ on his knees

An angry mob trailed along

They shot my brother dead

Because he hated what was wrong

He was my brother

Tears can’t bring him back to me

He, was my brother

And he died so his brothers could be free

He died so his brothers could be free

Simon & Garfunkel A Simple Desultory Philippic

I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored.

I been John O’Hara’d, McNamara’d.

I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I’m blind.

I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded

Communist, ’cause I’m left-handed.

That’s the hand I use, well, never mind!

I been Phil Spectored, resurrected.

I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered.

Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay.

And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce,

And all my wealth won’t buy me health,

So I smoke a pint of tea a day.

I knew a man, his brain was so small,

He couldn’t think of nothing at all.

He’s not the same as you and me.

He doesn’t dig poetry. He’s so unhip that

When you say Dylan, he thinks you’re talking about Dylan Thomas,

Whoever he was.

The man ain’t got no culture,

But it’s alright, ma,

Everybody must get stoned.

I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered.

Andy Warhol, won’t you please come home?

I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,

Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled.

I just discovered somebody’s tapped my phone.

Simon & Garfunkel American Tune

Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken, and many times confused

Yes and I’ve often felt forsaken, and certainly misused

Ah but I’m alright, I’m alright, I’m just weary thru my bones

Still you don’t expect to be bright and bon-vivant

So far away from home, so far away from home

And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered

I don’t have a friend who feels at ease

I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered or driven to its knees

But it’s alright, it’s alright, for we live so well, so long

Still, when I think of the road we’re traveling on

I wonder what’s gone wrong, I can’t help it I wonder what’s gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying, I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly

And looking back down at me, smiled reassuringly

And I dreamed I was flying, and high up above my eyes could clearly see

The statue of liberty, sailing away to sea, and I dreamed I was flying

But we come on a ship they called Mayflower

We come on a ship that sailed the moon

We come in the ages’ most uncertain hours and sing an American tune

And it’s alright, oh it’s alright, it’s alright, you can’t be forever blessed

Still tomorrow’s gonna be another working day and I’m trying to get some rest

That’s all I’m trying, to get some rest

Simon & Garfunkel Song For The Asking

Here is my song for the asking

Ask me and I will play

So sweetly, I’ll make you smile

This is my tune for the taking

Take it, don’t turn away

I’ve been waiting all my life

Thinking it over, I’ve been sad

Thinking it over, I’d be more than glad

To change my ways for the asking

Ask me and I will play

All the love that I hold inside

Simon & Garfunkel Barbriallen

It was in the merry month of May

When green bugs were a-swelling

Sweet William on his death bed lay

For the love of Barbriallen

He sent his servant to the town

The place where she’d been dwelling

Say master dear has sent me here

If your name be Barbriallen

And slowly, slowly she got up

And slowly she went to him

And all she said when she got there

Young man I think you are dying

Oh, don’t you remember the other day

When we where in a tavern

You drank your health to the ladies there

And you slided Barbriallen

He turned his face unto the wall

He turned his back upon her

Adieu, adieu to all my friends

Be kind to Barbriallen

She looked to the east, she looked to the west

She saw his corpse a-coming

Oh, put him down for me she cried

That I may gaze upon him

The more she looked, the more she grieved

She bursted it out in crying

Oh, pick me up and carry me home

For I feel like I am dying

They buried sweet Willy in the old church yard

And Barbara in the new one

From Willy’s grave there grew a rose

From Barbara’s a green briar

They grew and they grew on the old church wall

And could not grow no higher

And there they tied in a true love’s knot

The rose bush and the briar.