My Dixie Darling 
(A.P. Carter)

My Dixie darlin  
Listen to this song I sing
Beneath the silver moon  
With my banjo right in tune
My heart is ever true  
I love no one but you
My Dixie darlin  My Dixie queen

Way down below the Mason Dixie's line
Down where the honey suckles are entwined
There's where the southern winds are blowing
There's where the daisies growing

The girls of the north in the gay finery
Whirling around in the society
Singing a song of Dixie darling
Where I long to be

Goin down south to have a big time
See my girl in old Caroline
I'll drink my booze and do as I please
For all those girls I long to squeeze

Singing songs of Dixie darlings
There's where I long to be goin
Down where the jelly roll growing 
With my Dixie queen

Don´t This Road Look Rough And Rocky

(Lester Flatt, Earl Scruggs)/(Charles Justice/Shoji Tabuchi)

Darling, I have come to tell you
Though it almost breaks my heart
That before the morning, darling
We'll be many mils apart

Don't this road look rough and rocky
Don't that sea look wide and deep
Don't my baby look the sweeter
When she's in my arms asleep

Don't you hear the nightbirds calling
Far across the deep blue sea ?
While of others you are thinking
Won't you sometimes thinking of me ?

One more kiss before I leave you
One more kiss before we part
You have cause me lost of trouble
Darling, you have broke my heart

Paradise 
(John Prine)
 
Oh, when I was a young boy my family would travel
Down Western Kentucky where my parents were born
There's a backward ol´ town all filled with memories
So many times, that my memories are worn

CHORUS
Now, daddy won't you take me back to Mulenburg County
Down by the Green river where the paradise lay
I'm sorry, my son, but you're too late in asking
`Cause Mr. Peabody´s coaltrain has hauled it away

Sometimes we would travel right down the Green river
To the abandoned old prison down by the green hill
Where the air smells like snakes and we shoot with our pistols
And empty pot bottles was all we would kill

Then the coalcompany came with the worlds largest shovel
They tortured the timber and stripped all the land 
The dug for the coal `till the land was forsaken
And wrote it all down as the progress of man

When I die let my ashes float down the Green river
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester Dam
I´ll be halfway to heaven with paradise waiting
Just five miles away from where I am

 

Columbus Georgia 
Trad. arr. Olaf Block / Maik Wolter

Way down, in Columbus Georgia
I had troubles on my mind
Way down, in Columbus Georgia
I had troubles on my mind
Go and leave me if you wish to
Never never pay no mind
Way down, in Columbus Georgia
I had troubles on my mind

Last night, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held her in my arms
When I awoke, I was mistaken
I hung my head and sadly cried
I said go and leave me if you wish to
Never never pay no mind
Way down, in Columbus Georgia
I had troubles on my mind

Till the end of the world rolls round 
(Newton Thomas)

“Bis die Erde aufhört sich zu drehen,
 Werde ich Dich lieben.
 So lange, wie die Sonne auf und untergeht,
 Der blaue Himmel am Horizont die Erde berührt,
 Werde ich Dich lieben.”

Ein saftiges Liebeslied, bekannt durch Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs, legendäre Vertreter bester hand-gemachter Bluegrass Musik.
A love song, well known from the singing of Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs, who left their mark forever on bluegrass music.

Till the end of the world rolls round, I'll keep on loving you
And as long as the sun goes up it comes down
Till the big sky comes down to the ground
As long as the world goes round and round, I'll keep on loving you

I tried to sail the sea of life, I rowed my boat along
Your love meant nothing to me dear, my heart was made of stone
To a harbor filled with loneliness my little boat was moored
And then the day I first met you I fell right overboard

Whenever you're around me dear me dear my heart just won't be still
And when it comes to kissing you I'll never get my fill
They said I'd never settle down, that I would always roam
What I could never be the type for loving wife and home

So now I know the way I left was only selfish pride
I thought my heart was fireproof but you burned your way inside
So tell me what I've got to do and tell me how it stands
The cards are on the table dear my life is in you hands

Early in the morning 
(Trad. arr. Olaf Block / Maik Wolter / additional lyrics Olaf Block)

A take-away-song.
Ein Lied zum Mitnehmen - beim durch die Tür nach draußen gehen.
Ein Stück für große und kleine Kinder mit betörend einfachem Kehrreim.
Sammy Lynch, rothaariger Banjospieler und Sänger aus Irland, den ich in Dänemark
gehört und kennengelernt habe, lehrte mich dieses Lied. Thank you ever so much, Sammy!

Early in the morning

It´s early in the morning, early in the morning, early in the morning
before the break of day

Little birds are flying high, dropping greetings from the sky
Angry farmer wipes his eye, thanks the Lord that cows don´t fly

Georgie Porgy Pudding Pie kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play he kissed them too because it´s funny that way

Hey diddle diddle the cat did a piddle in the middle of the kitchen floor
the wee dog laughed to see such fun so the cat did a little piddle more and more

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pale of water
Jill forgot to take the pill and now they got a beautiful daughter




Pretty little Miss (out in that garden) 
Trad. arr. Olaf Block / Maik Wolter

Another pretty little jewel I have learned from the magical singing and 5-string-banjo-picking of Derroll Adams.
Auch dieses kleine Juwel verdanke ich Derroll Adams, dem Magier der Stimme und des 5-String-Banjos.
Eine junge Maid, zierlich, jung und hübsch am Gartentor. Ihr gegenüber der fremde junge Mann, der sie zur Frau begehrt. 
Sie jedoch hat einen Liebsten auf hoher See  -
"...und wäre er auch sieben Jahre fort, 
    keinen anderen will ich haben als ihn...”

Pretty little Miss, out in that garden
Strange young man, come a-passing by
Down by the gate, he did address her
Saying pretty little Miss
Would you marry me

Oh no kind Sir
I have a love on the ocean
Seven long years he's been on the sea
And if he's gone, for seven years longer
No other man shall marry me

He stuck his hands down in his pocket
His fingers they were long and slim
And for the love of such a fair lady
I cannot help, I sink or swim

I have six ships out on the ocean
They are loaded to the brim
And for the love of such a fair lady
I cannot help, they sink or swim

Now pretty little Miss out in that garden
Strange young man come a-passing by
Down by the gate he did address her
Saying pretty little Miss
Would you marry me
Saying pretty little Miss
Would you marry me

The Valley  

(Deroll Adams)

“Der Herbst kommt näher, / Grüne Blätter beginnen sich zu färben. / Die Hoffnungen der Kindheit, /  Den Blättern gleich, / Taumeln verblassend zu Boden.”

Autumn time is getting closer
Soon green leaves will start to fade
Drippling rain they´ll start a-falling
Summer´s gone and past away

Children´s hopes are like green tree leaves
They soon fade and tumble down
Come to rest in that lonesome valley
Where they never can again be found

That lonesome valley´s name is sadness
Flowers there are coloured blue
Autumn leaves are coloured sorrow
There´s not many left to fall

Children´s hopes are like green tree leaves...

Wind played rain will be the music
Played upon those falling leaves
Played deep within that frost white valley
Summer´s gone and past away

Children´s hopes are like green tree leaves...

 

ALBERTA 
(Trad arr. Olaf Block/ Maik Wolter)

Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I´ll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you´d only let your hair hand low

Alberta what´s on your mind
Alberta what´s on your mind
You keep me worried and bothered
All of the time
Alberta what´s on your mind

Alberta don´t you treat me unkind
Alberta don´t you treat me unkind
Oh my heart is so sad
Cause I want you so bad
Alberta don´t you treat me unkind

Alberta let your hair hang low
Alberta let your hair hang low
I´ll give you more gold
Than your apron can hold
If you´ll only let your hair hand low

The rich and ramblin´ boy

Trad. arr. Maik Wolter/ Olaf Block

Now I´m a rich but ramblin´ boy
Many a cities I did enjoy
And now I married a pretty little wife
And I love her dearer
As I love my life

Now she is pretty both neat and gay
She caused me to run up the the old highway
She caused me to run in sad dispair
With an achin´ heart and a baby left

Now as I die don´t you bury me at all
Place me away in alcohol
My forty-four put by my feet
And tell everyone, I´m just asleep

Now I´m a rich but ramblin´ boy
And many a cities I did enjoy
And now I married a pretty little wife
And I love her dear as
I love my life
And I love her dear as
I love my life
Yes I love her dear as
I love my life

Zucker im Kaffee 
(H. Blum / C.U. Blecher)

Zucker im Kaffee und Zitrone oder Sahne in den Tee,
und im Herze alle Tage lang amor,
das ist wunderbar señor.

Pfeffer im Salat und Musik im roten vino den man hat,
und im Herzen alle Tage lang amor,
das ist wunderbar señor.

Ich hab einmal einen Mann gekannt,
der ist als Held um die Welt gerannt.
Doch mitten im Ozean, da griff ein Haifisch an,
den fing er mit einer Hand.

Er schoß den Löwen in Afrika, 
er ging zu Fuß durch die Sahara.
Ich fragte ihn hinterher, was wohl das schönste wär,
und da meinte er.

Zucker im Kaffee ...
Zucker im Kaffee ...

Dreaming My Dreams With You 
(Allen Reynolds)
I hope it won't be that wrong anymore
Maybe I've learned this time
I hope that I find what I'm reachin' for
The way it is in my mind

Someday I'll get over you
I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss dreamimg my dreams with you.

But I won't let it change me, not if I can
I'd rather believe in love
And give it away as much as I can
To those that I'm fondest of.

Someday I'll get over you
I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss dreamimg my dreams with you.

Someday I'll get over you
I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss dreamimg my dreams with you.

Jeder macht mal eine Pause 
(Et bailler et dormir - Jeff Davis/ C. Aznavour / Davis/ Siegel)

Jeder macht eine Pause, jeder ruht sich einmal aus
Aber geht er dann nach Hause ? 
Nein, er geht noch nicht nach Haus

Ist die Pause dann vorüber muß er frisch und munter sein,
Dabei säße er viel lieber Arm in Arm beim Glase Wein

Und dann geht's weiter wie vorher fällt's manchmal auch noch schwer
Die Arbeit wird geschafft mit allerletzter Kraft

Darum machen wir jetzt Pause und wir ruhen uns etwas aus
Doch wir geh'n noch nicht nach Hause 
Nein wir gehen noch nicht nach Haus

Bis um zehn ach wie schön
Bis um zehn Uhr bleibt steh´n

Wär dir Arbeit ein Vergnügen wär' die Arbeit doppelt schön
Doch viel schöner ist's im liegen sie von weitem anzusehen

Darum hat der Sonntag morgen seinen ganz besonderen Sinn
Weil ich ohne meine Sorgen ohne Pause glücklich bin

Und dann am Busen der Natur vergesse ich meine Uhr
Und mache meine Rast wo es mir gerade paßt

Und in dieser stille Pause fühle ich erst wie schön es ist
Wenn man glücklich und zu Hause und zu zweit im Leben ist

Nie allein möchte ich sein
Komm sei mein ich bin Dein

Aber einst kommt der Tag wo wir scheiden 
Weil das Herz die große Pause macht
Aber wer es auch sei von uns beiden 
Mit der Zeit der Anlauf folgt ganz sacht
So wie heut alle Zeit
Seligkeit 
Ewigkeit