| [ Where Have All The Flowers Gone ] |
| Where have all the flowers gone ? |
| Long time passing |
| Where have all the flowers gone ? |
| Long time ago |
| Where have all the flowers gone ? |
| Young girls have picked them ev'ryone |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| Where have all the young girls gone ? |
| Long time passing |
| Where have all the young girls gone ? |
| Long time ago |
| Where have all the young girls gone ? |
| Gone to young girls ev'ryone |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| Where have all the young men gone ? |
| Long time passing |
| Where have all the young men gone ? |
| Long time ago |
| Where have all the young men gone ? |
| Gone for soldiers every one |
| When will they ever learn? |
| When will they ever learn? |
| Where have all the soldiers gone ? |
| Long time passing |
| Where have all the soldiers gone ? |
| Long time ago |
| Where have all the soldiers gone ? |
| Gone to graveyards ev'ryone |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| Where have all the graveyards gone ? |
| Long time passing |
| Where have all the graveyards gone ? |
| Long time ago |
| Where have all the graveyards gone ? |
| Gone to flowers ev'ryone |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| [ Tom Dooley ] |
| " Throughout history |
| There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle |
| This next one tells the story of a Mr Grayson |
| A beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley... |
| When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang... " |
| * |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley |
| Hang down your head and cry |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die * |
| I met her on the mountain |
| There I took her life |
| Met her on the mountain |
| Stabbed her with my knife |
| * |
| This time tomorrow |
| Reckon where I'll be |
| Hadn't a-been for Grayson |
| I'd a-been in Tennessee |
| * |
| * |
| This time tomorrow |
| Reckon where I'll be |
| Down in some lonesome valley |
| Hangin' from a white oak tree |
| * |
| * |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die |
| Poor boy you're bound to die |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die |