Times are Getting Hard Boys

Take my true love by her hand

Lead her through the town

Say goodbye to everyone

Goodbye to everyone.

Had a job a year ago

Had a little home

Now I've got no place to go

Guess I'll have to roam.

Every wind that blows boys

Every wind that blows

Carries me to some new place

Heaven only knows.

Times are getting hard boys

Money's getting scarce

Times don't get no better boys

Gonna leave this place.

কাজল নদীর জলে

কাজল নদীর জলে ভরা ঢেউ ছলছলে

প্রদীপ ভাসাও কারে স্মরিয়া,

সোনার বরনি মেয়ে বল কার পথ চেয়ে

আঁখি দুটি ওঠে জলে ভরিয়া।

সাঁঝের আকাশে এত রঙ কে গো ছড়ালো

মনের বীণায় এত সূর কে গো ঝরালো

কারে মালা দেবে বলে

অঝোরে বকুল পড়ে ঝরিয়া

সোনার বরনি মেয়ে বল কার পথ চেয়ে

আঁখি দুটি ওঠে জলে ভরিয়া।

মনের ভ্রমর বুঝি গুঞ্জরে অনুক্ষন

স্মৃতির কমল ঘিরে ঘিরে

যে পাখী হারায় নীড় সুদূর আকাশে

সেকি আসে কভূ ফিরে

শিউলি ঝরানো আজি সন্ধ্যারও বাতাসে

কে গো সাড়া দিয়ে যায় স্বপ্নেরও আভাসে

কার লাগি দুলে ওঠে ক্ষনে ক্ষনে

থর থর কেঁপে ওঠে এ হিয়া

সোনার বরনি মেয়ে বল কার পথ চেয়ে

আঁখি দুটি ওঠে জলে ভরিয়া।

Outside the Nashville City Limits

Outside the Nashville city limits 

a friend and I did drive, 

on a day in early winter 

I was glad to be alive. 

We went to see some friends of his 

who lived upon a farm. 

Strange and gentle country folk 

who would wish nobody harm. 

Fresh-cut sixty acres, 

eight cows in the barn. 

But the thing that I remember 

on that cold day in December 

was that my eyes they did brim over 

as we talked. 

In the slowest drawl I had ever heard 

the man said "Come with me 

if y'all wanna see the prettiest place 

in all of Tennessee." 

He poured us each a glass of wine 

and a-walking we did go, 

along fallen leaves and crackling ice 

where a tiny brook did flow. 

He knew every inch of the land 

and Lord he loved it so. 

But the thing that I remember 

on that cold day in December 

was that my eyes were brimming over 

as we walked. 

He set me down upon a stone 

beside a running spring. 

He talked in a voice so soft and clear 

like the waters I heard sing. 

He said "We searched quite a time 

for a place to call our own. 

There was just me and Mary John 

and now I guess we're home." 

I looked at the ground and wondered 

how many years they each had roamed. 

And Lord I do remember 

on that day in late December 

how my eyes kept brimming over 

as we talked. 

As we walked. 

And standing there with outstretched arms 

he said to me "You know, 

I can't wait till the heavy storms 

cover the ground with snow, 

and there on the pond the watercress 

is all that don't turn white. 

When the sun is high you squint your eyes 

and look at the hills so bright." 

And nodding his head my friend said, 

"And it seems like overnight 

that the leaves come out so tender 

at the turning of the winter..." 

I thought the skies they would brim over 

as we talked. 

Over the Rainbow

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops.

That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.

Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh, why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly, beyond the rainbow,

Why, oh, why oh why can't I?

ঘুমিয়ে পড় গান

ঘুমিয়ে পড় গান রাত জেগো না আর

তোমার ঘুমের নেশায় চোখে ঘুম জড়াবে তার,

ঘুমিয়ে পড় তারা রাত জেগো না আর

তোমার ঘুমে মিশে যাবে দুটি নয়ন তার।

ঘুমিয়ে পড় পাড়া, নিভলো পথের আলো

রাতের হাওয়ায় জড়ালও তার চোখের তারার কালো

ঘুমিয়ে পড় হাওয়া, বয়ো না আর রাতে

শান্ত চোখের পাতায় কাঁপন তারিই আঁখিপাতে।

ঘুমিয়ে পড় গান, তার নয়নেও ঘুম

জাগবো আমি একাই যখন পৃথিবী নিঝুম।

Big Iron

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day,

Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say,

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip,

The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip.

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town,

He came riding from the south side, slowly looking all around,

He's an outlaw loose and running, came a whisper from each lip,

And he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip.

In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red,

Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead,

He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four,

And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more, One and nineteen more.

Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around,

Was an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in town,

He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead,

And he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red, After Texas Red.

Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Texas Red,

But the outlaw didn't worry, men who tried before were dead,

Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip,

Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip.

Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet,

It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street,

Folks were watching from their windows, 

Every body held their breath,

They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death, About to meet his death.

There was forty feet between them,

When they stopped to make their play,

And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today,

Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped,

And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip.

It was over in a moment and the folks did gathered around,

There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground,

Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip,

When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip.