I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl;
Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl.
I bring with me when I return to the house that my father's hands made,
A crooning bird on a chrystal bough and, o, a sad, sad word!
If I Knew
Let It Be
No, Woman, No Cry
One Day At A Time
Where Have All The Flowers Gone?
I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine
Ave María
Silver Dagger
Cambodia
La Llorona
Away in a Manger
Stewball
Colours
Boots Of Spanish Leather
Stewball
No Man Is An Island
Heaven Help Us All
We Three Kings
Miracles
Eleanor Rigby