Fred Piek Zanger van Folksongs

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De afgelopen jaren hebben Rens van der Zalm en ik een aantal nummers opgenomen die ik op oude set lijstjes vond en in de vergetelheid waren geraakt. Sterke songs uit de 60er jaren die ik lang niet gespeeld had. Een feest om op te nemen in studio Teclats van Ton Snijders.

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It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand

[Cho:] Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go

[Cho:] Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you
Every song in my breast dies a bornin'
Without you, without you

[Cho:] Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind

Test en Muziek: Tom Paxton