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26 Jan 12 - 05:30 PM (#3296866) Subject: Lyr Req: Hang On John From: GUEST,Don Meixner From Gordon Bok on Folk Legacy. Does any one have these lyrics at easy access? Thanks Don |
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26 Jan 12 - 06:04 PM (#3296876) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hang On John From: SINSULL I think I do, Don. I will take a look. |
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28 Jan 12 - 03:17 PM (#3298025) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hang On John From: GUEST,DonMeixner Thanks Sinsull D |
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28 Jan 12 - 04:17 PM (#3298074) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hang On John From: Joe Offer This is on Gordon Bok's Peter Kagan and the Wind album. My MP3 is marked "Hang on John (Stuart)," and Folk-Legacy says the song was copyright 1988 by Bob Stuart. I can do a transcription if Sinsull doesn't come up with something. Lemme know. -Joe- |
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01 Dec 17 - 12:46 PM (#3891681) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hang On John (Bob Stuart) From: Folkie Frank This is an older post, but now I too am looking for the lyrics to this song as sung by Gordon Bok. Any help would be much appreciated, thanks. |
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03 Dec 17 - 07:51 AM (#3891992) Subject: Lyr Add: HANG ON JOHN (from Gordon Bok) From: Jim Dixon HANG ON, JOHN As recorded by Gordon Bok on "Peter Kagan and the Wind" (1978) 1. John Taylor left his native home. After the whale-fish he did go, From the Atlantic coast and around Cape Horn To the south seas where the whale-fish blow. CHORUS: Oh, it's hang on, John; soon you'll see your native shore. And it's hang on, John; you'll see Nantucket's shores once more. 2. Well, his boat was sunk and his luck bein' gone, Round a rocky island he made his home, And he prayed and he hoped and he dreamed in vain For a ship to carry him home again. But it's.... 3. An old man come a-walkin' along the beach, Harpoon in hand and a shining face. "I come from my home on the rolling sea, Carry you back to your native place." So it's.... 4. Well, they sang and they rowed and they sang and sailed Till they spied them a newborn whale, And the old man harpooned him in the back. Out to sea they hauled their slack. And it's.... 5. Well, they had not been sailin' but a month or more. "Land ho!" was the old man's happy words, And John saw the cliffs risin' from the sea, Heard the cry o' Nantucket birds. Oh, it's.... 6. Well, they never stopped when they reached dry ground, But they hauled their slack into John's hometown, And John got off at his own front door, Never saw the old man or the whale anymore. Oh, it's.... |
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03 Dec 17 - 12:37 PM (#3892046) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Hang On John (Bob Stuart) From: Folkie Frank Once again, my sincerest thanks, Jim. |