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FRENCH HENRY By Greg Walker - 1975
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T'was the summer of niney three me and my poor boys a-
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workin' French Henry a diggin' and a - blastin' and a-
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drillin' all the while. Gold has caught my spirit and com-
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mands my whole life style, but the waters of the South Ponil are
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flowin' by. The wind has caught the aspens and the
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sunlight fills the sky. I can see the moonlight shining. I can
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hear those miners mining. Oh a miner's life is full of charms, it's
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Full of hardships too. Each day a workin' underground a-
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way from skies of blue.
I'm just a miner, and life's a simple thing
Poetry for me is made of mountains in the spring.
And I hear that blackbird cackling in a rowdy kind of way.
It's telling how the mountains live their life from day to day.
CHORUS
I hang my head in weariness, I hear the symphony.
The wind will wisper lyrics to the water's melody.
Oh, the magic of this valley sings a simple song to me.
It lulls my soul and soothes away a miner's misery.
This song was written by Greg Walker as Camp Director at French Henry
in the summer of 1975.
THE RIDDLE SONG
I gave my love a cherry that had no stone.
I gave my love a chicken that had no bone.
I gave my love a ring that had no end.
I gave my love a baby with no cryin'.
How can that be a cherry that has no stone?
How can that be a chicken that had no bone?
How can that be a ring that had no end?
How can that be a baby with no cryin'?
A cherry when it's blooming has no stone.
A chicken when it's pippin' has no bone.
A ring when it's rollin' has no end.
a baby when it's sleepin' has no cryin'.
ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH
A D Em7 C
He was born in the summer of his twenty-seventh year
A D Em7 G-A
Coming home to a place he'd never been before.
D Em7 C-a
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again.
D Em7-G-A
You might say he found the key to every door.
D Em7 C
When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
A D Em7-G-a
On the road, and hanging by a song.
D Em7 C-A
But the string's already broken and he really doesn't care
D Em7-G-A
It keeps changing fast and it don't last for long.
Chorus 1
G A D
But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high.
G A D
I've seen it raining fire in the sky.
G A Em7-Dmaj7-G
The shadow from the starlight is softer thwn a lullabye.
D Em7-G
Rocky Mountain High, in Colorado.
A D Em7-G
Rocky Mountain High, in Colorado.
A D Em7 C-A
He climbed Cathedral Mountains, he saw silver clouds below
D Em7-G-A
He saw everything as fas as he could see.
D Em7 C-A
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
D Em7-G-A
And he lost a friend, but kept his memory.
D Em7 C
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forest and the stream
A D Em7-G-A
Seeking grace in every step he takes.
D Em7 C
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
A D Em7-G-A
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.
Chorus 2
A G A D
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
G A D
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky.
G A D Em7-Dmaj7-G
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
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Rocky Mountain high in Colorado.
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Now his life is full of wonder, but his heart still knows some fear
D Em7-G-A
Of a simple thing he cannont comprehend.
D Em7 C
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more,
A D Em7-G
More people, more scars upon the land.
Chorus 3
A G A D
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain High,
G A D
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky.
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I know he'd be a poorer man if he never was an eagle fly.
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Rocky Mountain High.
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It's a Colorado Rocky Mountain high.
G A D
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky.
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Friends around the campfire and everybody's high.
D Em7
Rocky Mountain High, in Colorado
G A D ---Em7
Rocky Mountain High.
DARK AS A DUNGEON By Merle Travis
A D E7
Come all you young fellows, so young and so fine, ----
A D A
And seek not your for-tune in a dark drear-y mine,
D E7
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul,----
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'Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal.
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Where it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew, Where the
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danger is double and the pleasures are few. Where the rain
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never falls and the sun never shines,--It's dark as a dungeon
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way down in the mines.----
1. Come on all you young fellows, so young and so fine,'
And seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine,
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal.
CHORUS
Where's it's dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew,
Where the danger is double and the pleasures are few,
Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines,
It's dark as a dungeon way down in the mines.
2. It's many a man I've seen in my day,
Who lived just to labour his life away,
Like a fiend with his dope and drunkard his wine,
A man will have a lust for the lure of a mine.
CHORUS
3. I hope when I'm dead and the ages shall roll,
My body will blacken and turn into coal,
Then I'll look from the door of my heavenly home,
And pity the miner a-digging my bones.
CHORUS
BOY OF THE MOUNTAINS By Dave Goldfein
Well he's sitting on a mountain in New Mexico.
Wonderin' about his life and where he should go. There's a bird
floating past him so graceful and free. He says boy of the
mountains won't you listen to me.
CHORUS
If you search for tomorrow, then you'll never find today.
For life is for the living, you gotta live out each day.
If you worry about tomorrow and what the futute may hold,
Then you'll just end up worrying till you grow very old.
The boy said that's easy for you to say. You just float
through the mountains looking for prey.
No you don't have to worry since your so damn free. But me
I got to find a job and raise a family.
Well the bird flew on over and pearched on a branch, he looked
at that boy and started to laugh.
He said kid you got your needs and I got mine, but one thing
We've got in common is the passage of time.
CHORUS
Now the bird started movin' his wings toward the sky.
The boy looked up at him with a tear in his eye.
He said bird, what you're saying, it makes so much sense,
for I'm crossing pastures afor I even reach the fence.
Now the bird floated Eastward across the great plans. And
the boy started walkin' for it began to rain.
He was thinking about the bird and as he looked o'er the land.
He heard boy of the mountains, now you're a man.
CHORUS
Dave Goldfein was in the 1980 Ranger Department.
ROCKY MOUNTAIN SUITE
D G A
Up in a meadow in Jasper, Alberta
D C A
Two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride,
D G A
To see the high country and learn of her people,
D C A
The ways that they lived there, the way that they died.
One is a teacher, and one a beginner,
Just wanting to be there and wanting to know
And together they're trying to tell us a story
That should have been listened to a long time ago.
G A D
How the life in the mountains is living in danger
G E A
From too many people, too many machines.
G D
And the time is upon us, today is forever,
G E A
Tomorrow is just one of yesterday's dreams.
Cold mights in Canada and icy blue winds,
The man and the mountains are brothers again.
Clear waters are laughing, they sing to the sky,
The rockies are living -- they never will die.
Up in the meadow in Jasper, Alberta
Two men and four ponies on a long lonesome ride . . . .
JEREMIAH JOHNSON (Capo-2)
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Jeremiah Johnson made his way into the mountains
G Em
Bettin' on forgettin' all the troubles that he knew
G Em
The trail was wide and narrow
G Em
And the eagle or the sparrow
G Em
Showed the path he was to follow as they flew.
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A mountain man's a lonely man
G Em
And he leaves a life behind
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He ought to have indifference, but oftimes you will find,
G Em G Em
That the story doesn't always go that way you had in mind.
C D G
Jeremiah's story is that kind. . .
C D G
Jeremiah's is that kind.
G Em G Em
The way that you wander is the way that you choose,
G Em G Em
The day that you tarry is the day that you lose.
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Sunshine or thunder, a man will always wonder.
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Where the fair wind blows.
An Indian says you search in vain for what you cannot find.
He says you'll find a thousand ways for runnin' down your time.
An Indian didn't scream it, he said it in a song,
And he's never been known to be wrong.
He's never been known to be wrong.
COTTON-EYED JOE
Hey there Daddy, did you know
Papa worked a man called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Papa worked a man called Cotton-Eyed Joe
Hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe
Woulda married ten years ago.
Woulda married ten years ago.
I fell down and stubbed my toe.
Called for a doctor -- Cotton Eyed Joe (repeat)
Tune that fiddle and rosin the bow.
Play a little tune called Cotton-Eyed Joe (repeat)
Have you heard 'bout Cotton-Eyed Joe?
he's gone to Heaven or down below. (repeat)
Tune that fiddle and rosin that bow.
Play a little tune wherever I go. (repeat)
Where'd you come from, where'd you go
Where'd you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe? (repeat)
BlACK MOUNTAIN CABIN SONG By George Michaels
G D
Sittin' in our cabin
C G
On a cold and rainy night
G D
Listenin' to the wind blow by
C D
Trees roll out of sight.
G D
Listen to the crackle
C G
Of the fire in the stove
G D
Watch the steam arisin'
C G
From the coffeepot it goes.
G D
Sittin' and a thinking'
C G
Of the things that we have done.
G D
Workin' and a playing'
C G
Singin' when its done.
Listen to the wind blow by
Rustlin' through the trees
Listen to the clouds blow by
Hiddin' things from me.
I wish I had a lady
Sittin' by my side
Just sittin' and a dreamin'
Till the early mornin' light.
Sittin' in Black Mountain
On a cold and rainy night
Listenin' to the wind blow by
Trees roll out of sight.
Listen to that old wind blow by
Trees roll out of sight.
Black Mountain Cabin Song was written by George Michaels while
he was Camp Director at Black Mountain in 1980.
TOM DULA
G
Hand me down my banjo,
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I'll pick hit - on me knee.
This time tomorrow night
G
It'll be no use to me.
CHORUS
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry,
Hand down your head, Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you're bound to die.
I met her on the mountain,
I swore she'e be my wife,
I met her on the mountain,
And I stabbed her with my knife.
CHORUS
This time tomorrow,
Reckon where I'll be,
Down in some lonesome valley
A-hanging' on a white oak tree.
CHORUS
I had my trial at Wilksboro,
And what d'you reckon they done?
They bound me over to Statesville,
And that's where I'll be hung.
CHORUS
The limb a-bein' oak, boys,
the rope a-bein' strong,
Bow down your head, Tom Dooley,
You know you're gonna be hung.
