The Kingston Trio

Where Have All The Flowers Gone/Early Morning Rain

John Hartford And Friends

"Where Does An Old Time Pilot Go?"


Pickin' and grinnin' with Tony Rice, Mark O'Connor, Vassar Clements and Jerry Douglas.

Bert Jansch: "Crimson Moon"

2004 Cambridge Folk Festival

Steeleye Span: "Cam Ye O'er Frae France?"

1987 Philadelphia Folk Festival

Carpenters: "Reason To Believe"

Gilberto Gil: "Three Little Birds"

January 26, 2005

Eddi Reader: "My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose"

Chieftains: "Women Of Ireland"

Old Grey Whistle Test (April 1976)

Andy Irvine: "The Ballad Of Tom Joad"

Odetta: "Midnight Special"

Sain Zahoor: "Aokhay"

Sufi Music From Pakistan

Eliza Carthy: "Worcester City"

Peter Paul and Mary: "Early Morning Rain"

in the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand

with an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand

i'm a long ways from home and i miss my loved one so

in the early morning rain with no place to g0

--gordon lightfoot (from "early morning rain ")

Simon and Garfunkel: "Scarborough Fair/Canticle"

with Andy Williams

Blue Ridge Mountain Dancers

Donovan: "Catch The Wind"

Van Morrison and The Chieftains: "Carrickfergus"

Steve Goodman: "City Of New Orleans"

with Jethro Burns

Leo Kottke and Doc Watson

Michael Doucet: "Jolie Blonde"

Transatlantic Sessions (9/2/98)

Richard And Mimi Farina

"House Un-American Activity Blues Dream"


i was standing on the sidewalk
had a noise in my head
there were loudspeakers babbling
but nothing was said
there were twenty-seven companies
of female marines
there were presidential candidates
in new levi jeans
it was the red white and blue
planning how to endure
the fife drum and bugle
marching down on the poor
god bless america without any doubt
and i figured it was time to get out
well i had to flee the in-between scene good people
went and a gun in the sun good people
tourist information said to get on the stick
you ain't movin' 'til you're groovin' with a cuban chick
so i hopped on a plane
i took a pill for my brain
and discovered i was feelin' alright

when i on the strolled down the prado
people looked at me weird
who's that hippy-hoppy character
without any beard
drinking juice from papayas
singing songs to the trees
dancing mambo on the beaches
spreading social disease
now the castro convertible was changing style
there was a whole lot of action
on a blockaded isle
when along came a summons in the middle of night
saying buddy we're about to indict

i went up on the stand
with my hand good people
got to tell the truth in the booth good people
started out with information
kind of remote
when a patriotic mother
dragged me down by the throat
when they ask you a question
they expect a reply
it doesn't matter if you're fixing to die
i was lying there unconscious
feeling kind of exempt
when the judge said that silence
was a sign of contempt
he took out his gavel
and banged me hard on the head
he fined me ten years in prison
and a whole lot of bread
it was the red white and blue
making war on the poor
blind mother justice
on a pile of manure
say your prayers
and the pledge of allegiance every night
and tomorrow you'll be feeling alright

--richard farina (1937-1966)

Pentangle: "Will The Circle Be Unbroken"

Incredible String Band (1)

"Retying The Knot"

Incredible String Band (2)

"Retying The Knot"

Incredible String Band (3)

"Retying The Knot"

Grateful Dead: "Ripple"

No Simple Highway

Norman Blake: "Nashville Blues"

John Renbourn: "Great Dreams From Heaven"

Italy, September 2005

Loreena McKennitt: "Raglan Road"

New York City (December 14, 2006)


On Raglan Road on an autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue.
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, "let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day."

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay--
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her the gifts of the mind. I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay--
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.

--Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967)

John Denver: "Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream"

Washington DC (April 24, 1971)

Steve Earle: "John Walker's Blues"

Cambridge Folk Festival 2003

Joan Baez: "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?"

Judy Collins: "John Riley"