Tomorrow Is A Long Time

By Bob Dylan

Until It's Time For You To Go

By Buffy Sainte-Marie
Rise Up Singing chapter: Love, p.128
C (bass line C, B, Bb) A / Dm (bass line D, C#, C) G7
C (bass line C, B, Bb) A / Dm G C -

You're not a dream, you're not an angel, you're a man
I'm not a queen, I'm a woman, take my hand
We'll make a space in the lives that we planned
And here we'll stay until it's time for you to go

Yes we're different, worlds apart, we're not the same
We laughed and played at the start like in a game
You could have stayed outside my heart but in you came
And here you'll stay until it's time for you to go

Bridge:
Fm - C - (2x) / E - Am - D - G -
Don't ask why, don't ask how
Don't ask forever, love me, love me now

This love of mine had no beginning, it has no end
I was an oak, now I'm a willow, now I can bend
And though I'll never in my life see you again
Still I'll stay until it's time for you to go

The Riddle Song (adapted)

Totally a traditional song
Adapted and arranged by me
Rise Up Singing chapter: Lullabies, p.135
RUS chords: D G - D / A D - A / / G - - D
My chords: D G - D / A D G A / / G - D -

Played in A in the video: A D - A / E A D E / / D - A -

I gave my love a cherry that had no stone
I gave my love a chicken that had no bone
I told my love a story that had no end
And I found my love a baby that wouldn't cry

Well how can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that had no bone?
How can there be a story that has no end?
And I've never met a baby that didn't cry

A cherry when it's blooming it has no stone
A chicken when it's pippin, it has no bone
A story of "I love you" it has no end
And a baby when it's sleeping doesn't cry

This is a flower, not a cherry that has no stone
A pippin's not a chicken 'cause all chickens they have bones, guess what:
Just cause you say "I love you" doesn't mean that it won't end
Although a baby when it's sleeping doesn't cry
But just wait 'til it wakes up: it's gonna cry

Bonus: Let Me Die In My Footsteps

By Bob Dylan
Not in Rise Up Singing (it's a bonus)
G - - - / - - C - / G - - - / - - C - / G - C - / G D C↓G

I will not go down under the ground
Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round
And I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There've been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinking that the end is close by
'Stead of learning to live they are learning to die
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see
When someone is pulling the wool over me
And if this war comes and death's all around
Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

There've always been people that have to cause fear
They've been talking about war now for many a long year
I've read all their statements and I've not said a word
But now, Lord God, let my poor voice be heard
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Let me drink from your waters where the mountain streams flood
Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep deep down in your soul
And you'll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground

There Were Roses

By Tommy Sands
Rise Up Singing chapter: Peace, p.164
Verses: D - GA D / Bm A G - / 1st / Bm A G D ://
Chorus: G D G D G D - / Bm A G -

My song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of this troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends one time, who were both good friends of mine
Allan Bell from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music and the dancing and the reels
O'Malley came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we'd often meet on the Ryan Road and the laughter filled the air

Chorus:
There were roses, roses, there were roses
And the tears of the people ran together

Though Allan he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
It never made a difference for the frienship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said, "It won't divide us, we will always be one"
For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died, and hoped there'd be no more
It's little that we realized the tragedy in store

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Allan danced up there, we knew he'd liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand
We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and he prayed for no revenge
(...and for no revenge he prayed)
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young O'Malley that they've taken from the door
"Allan was my friend!" he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye 'til everyone is blind

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Bell and O'Malley and the likes of you and I

If You're Happy and You Know It

Rise Up Singing chapter: Play, p.172

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