'Tis advertised in Boston New York and Buffalo A hundred hearty sailors A whalin' for to go Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow Gonna find a true love that is where I want to go Out where them chilly winds don't blow Sing your song,
Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run high All these things that won't change come what may But our good times are all gone and I'm bound
Well, I know I don't have to be told That the North wind is chilly and cold Well, I know far from the South wind I ran Now, I'm a lost and lonely man,
Away out here they've got a name For rain and wind and fire The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe And they call the wind Maria Maria blows the stars around
Well I'm standing here freezing Outside your golden garden Got my ladder leaned up against your wall Tonight's the night we planned to run away together
There's a hope in my head That's been cut and bleed Dry as your bloodshot eyes And there's smoke in the air And it's soon to clear Revealing our demise
There's a hope in my head that's been cut and bled dry as your bloodshot eyes. And there's smoke in the air and it's soon to clear revealing our demise
don't you ask me to come out when the sun does shine rather stay here with curtains drawn in darkness you'll be mine let's wait for the blackout the
Said it once and you know I can say it again You are the best thing that ever came into my life So why do I always got to defend you from yourself Standing
(Alan J. Lerner/Frederick Loewe) Away out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe. They call the wind Maria
(John Phillips/John Stewart) [Chorus:] I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow. Gonna find a true love. That is where I want to go. Out where them
(Travis Edmonson) Well, I know I don't have to be told That the North wind is chilly and cold. Well, I know. Far from the South wind I ran. Now, I'm
(Dave Guard) 'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo a hundred hearty sailors, a whalin' for to go. [Chorus:] Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow
(Ian Tyson) [Chorus:] Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, all these things that don't change, come what may, But our good times
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