This train don’t carry no gamblers, this train, This train don’t carry no gamblers No crap shooters, no midnight ramblers, This train don’t carry no gamblers, this train. Chorus:
Songs of the SANDY DENNY
And the sunshine is awaiting for another sunny day. Breakers whisper to the shells upon the shore, And hear the seagulls they cry for more. And hear the gulls
Keeping what we would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy in many ways Vaults of time
Made of sand, made of sand In the winking of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand. Chorus: Are you going away with no
The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme, But whatever came of his talented son? Who wrote me
Been tired and broke, so long I’ve been to the south where the winds they were warm Travelling the road of no return, so long I’ve seen what was
Wherever I should chance to go”, John The Gun did say. ”If you should chance to meet me As I wander to and fro, Sad would be your day.
Why tell the trees what ain’t so? Whispering grass, The trees don’t have to know. Why tell them all your secrets, Who kissed there long ago? Whispering grass, The
And what have you got to say? Well I’m waiting, but I can’t stay long, It’s such a lovely day. There’s a time to be talking And a time
Water’s gonna overflow, Swamp’s gonna rise, No boat’s gonna row. Now, you can train on down To Williams Point, You can bust your feet, You can rock this joint.
Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into