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Peter, Paul & Mary SORROW Lyrics

Last updated: 09/20/2009 11:00:00 AM

I am a man of constant sorrow;
I've seen trouble all my day
I'm going back to California,
Place where I was partly raised.

All through this world, I'm bound to ramble.
Through storm and wind, through sleet and rain
I'm bound to ride that northern railroad,
Perhaps I'll take the very next train.

Your friends they say I am a stranger.
You'll never see my face no more.
There is just one promise that's given.
We'll sail on God's Golden Shore.

I am a man of constant sorrow,
I've seen trouble all my day
I'm going back to California,
Place where I was partly raised.






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Sorrowf or the loss of Mary! | Reviewer: Bob Moore | 9/18/09

After hearing on National Public Radio that Mary Travers of PP&M died of leukemia on August 16, 2009, I had to listen again to our two CDs of their songs, and found SORROW on Track 3 of the first one. I burst into tears while listening to it, particularly the third verse:
"Your friends they say I am a stranger.
You'll never see my face no more.
There is just one promise that's given.
We'll sail on God's Golden Shore."

Now, we'll only see Mary's face on PP&M album covers, but I hope
We'll sail {with her} on God's Golden Shore.

P. S. I think "Danny's Downs" on PP&M's "Flowers and Stones" CD should be used in memorials to Mary:
"Chorus :
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly,
Did they sound the dead-march as they lowered you down.
Did the bugles play the Last Post and chorus,
Did the pipes play the 'Flowers o' the Forest'."
with closing verse sharing much of dear Mary's life mission and message:
"Now young Willie McBride I can't help but wonder why
Do all those who lie here know why they died
And did they believe when they answered the cause
Did they really believe that this war would end wars
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying was all done in vain
For young Willie McBride it all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again."







sorrow | Reviewer: Anonymous | 6/18/06

This ia a very tender and moving rendition of a traditional ballad, Man of Constant Sorrow. No one does it like PPM