Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans. At the end of the early British war. The young land started growing. The young blood started flowing. But I ain't marchin' anymore.
Hear some. If I knew. . If I knew why the sun did shine. And if I knew the taste of ancient wine. If I knew all these wonders, there's one thing more I'd know.
The night air is inviting you to walk out on the trail. You will not fail. You will not fail. And by the beach a lady sails a ship without a sail. . And you reach out for her.
Oh, I am just a student, sir. And only want to learn. But it's hard to read through the risin' smoke. From the books that you like to burn. . So I'd like to make a promise.
Phil Ochs. Oh I am just a student, sir. and only want to learn. But it's hard to read through the risin' smoke. of the books that you like to burn. So I'd like to make a promise.