| Where have all the flowers gone ? | |
| Long time passing | |
| Where have all the flowers gone ? | |
| Long time ago | |
| Where have all the flowers gone ? | |
| Young girls have picked them ev'ryone | |
| When will they ever learn ? | |
| When will they ever learn ? | |
| Where have all the young girls gone ? | |
| Long time passing | |
| Where have all the young girls gone ? | |
| Long time ago | |
| Where have all the young girls gone ? | |
| Gone to young girls ev'ryone | |
| When will they ever learn ? | |
| When will they ever learn ? | |
| Where have all the young men gone ? | |
| Long time passing | |
| Where have all the young men gone ? | |
| Long time ago | |
| Where have all the young men gone ? | |
| Gone for soldiers every one | |
| When will they ever learn? | |
| When will they ever learn? | |
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| Where have all the soldiers gone ? | |
| Long time passing | |
| Where have all the soldiers gone ? | |
| Long time ago | |
| Where have all the soldiers gone ? | |
| Gone to graveyards ev'ryone | |
| When will they ever learn ? | |
| When will they ever learn ? | |
| Where have all the graveyards gone ? | |
| Long time passing | |
| Where have all the graveyards gone ? | |
| Long time ago | |
| Where have all the graveyards gone ? | |
| Gone to flowers ev'ryone | |
| When will they ever learn ? | |
| When will they ever learn ? |
| " Throughout history | |
| There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle | |
| This next one tells the story of a Mr Grayson | |
| A beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley... | |
| When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang... " | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Hang down your head and cry | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die | |
| I met her on the mountain | |
| There I took her life | |
| Met her on the mountain | |
| Stabbed her with my knife | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Hang down your head and cry | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die | |
| This time tomorrow | |
| Reckon where I'll be | |
| Hadn't a-been for Grayson | |
| I'd a-been in Tennessee | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Hang down your head and cry | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Hang down your head and cry | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die | |
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| This time tomorrow | |
| Reckon where I'll be | |
| Down in some lonesome valley | |
| Hangin' from a white oak tree | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Hang down your head and cry | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Hang down your head and cry | |
| Hang down your head, Tom Dooley | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die | |
| Poor boy you're bound to die | |
| Poor boy, you're bound to die |