Credits 
Paul Kaplan – vocals, guitar, cuatro (10) , harmonica (1, 7b, 8, 11)  
Mark Dann – bass, vocals (1, 2, 7a, 13) 
Robin Greenstein – vocals (1, 2, 6, 7a, 8, 13), banjo (5, 9) 
Kenny Kosek – fiddle (2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9, 13) 
Ed Baker – piano (1, 3, 6), Yamaha DX-7 (2, 11, 12) 
Larry Cole – Northumbrian bagpipes (6, 7, 11, 12) 
Lisa Roth – tambourine (7b)

SIDE 1
I Will Keep You Warm

Written one cold winter's weekend in Vermont. I had great trouble singing this song until my wife suggested I pick up the beat and tap my feet.  

When the chill from Canada comes tearing south  
Over empty fields up to your doorstep  
To kiss you on the mouth  

Chorus: 
I will keep you warm  
I’ll keep the fire burning  
Keep you dry in the storm  
When winter is returning true to form  
I will keep you warm.  

And you say you’re insulated pretty tight  
But the flickering of your candle has revealed you  
In a slightly different light.  

Chorus 

I will hold you tightly as the wind attacks  
And the summer of my kindness will protect you  
And fill up all the cracks.  

Chorus  

My love will be like brandywine when you are cold  
Let me take your cup and I will fill it 
With as much as it can hold.  

Chorus 

© 1983 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP)

 

 Blow, Winds, Blow 
I wrote this for the wedding of Robert Hutchison and Mindy Wagner. Robert is an artist/musician who taught me more about the guitar than anyone else. Mindy is a composer.  

We are the parents of girl and of boy 
We’ve brought you together to share in our joy  
And after the day goes according to plan  
We'll be the proud parents of woman and man, so

Chorus:
Blow winds blow  
Flow rivers flow  
Grow children grow.

They learned how to talk and they learned how to stand  
They learned to let beauty flow out of their hands  
But now they have learned the most difficult task  
They’ve learned how to love what more could we ask, so  

Chorus 

If he hadn’t been there they’d never have met  
If she hadn’t been there he'd be waiting yet  
But now they'll be married because they were graced 
With a little good luck and a lot of good taste, so  

Chorus 

And now our dear children we want you to know  
Wherever love leads you we want you to go  
You've walked out our door, now at last you are free  
But if ever you need us just use your old key and  

Chorus 

© 1985 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

 I’m Feeling Blue 
This song came to me in a dream, sung by Billie Holiday. I wish you could have heard it.  

I’m not looking for someone else  
I don’t want to live by myself  
But I’m feeling blue lately when I’m with you.  

I don’t know what you heard me say  
That made you want to turn away  
But I’m feeling blue lately when I'm with you.  

This odd behavior you’ve affected  
Makes me lonesome all the time  
This wall of silence you’ve erected  
Is much too high for me to climb.  

No one but you can make me sigh  
No one but you can make me high  
But I’m feeling blue lately when I'm with you. 

© 1979 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

The King of Hearts 
It was my honor to be asked by Jack Hardy to record this song for the premiere issue of The CooP, the Fast Folk Musical Magazine, now in its fourth year of publication. 

The king of hearts is a desperate card 
And the swiftest in the deck 
He’ll take your queen neat and clean 
He’s a royal pain in the neck  
He’s a royal pain in the neck. 

My love and I were at the bar  
When the king of hearts came in 
He gave her a rose right under my nose 
And my troubles did begin  
My troubles did begin.  

With his red rose in her left hand  
My love was hypnotized  
He danced her out that swinging door  
Right before my eyes  
Right before my eyes. 

I ran out into the road  
But all that I could find  
Was a golden band from her left hand  
That she had left behind  
That she had left behind.  

For three long nights awake I watched  
Awaiting her return  
For three long days I gazed and gazed  
Until my eyes did burn  
Until my eyes did burn.  

For three long weeks I did not sleep  
Nor even eat a meal  
While the bitter wind seemed to sing  
You got a rotten deal  
You got a rotten deal. 

For three long years I’ve shed no tears  
Nor tried to fix the blame  
I played and lost and paid the cost  
Of being in the game  
Of being in the game.  

But sometimes when I see a rose  
I pick it where it stands  
I marvel at the way it glows  
Then I crush it in my hands  
I crush it in my hands. 

Oh the king of hearts is a desperate card  
And the swiftest in the pack  
He took my queen neat and clean  
And he never gave her back  
He never gave her back.  

© 1982 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

Take Out the Garbage When You Go 
A song that speaks for itself. 

You tell me that you're leaving  
That our love has lost its glow  
Though you were once my Juliet 
And I your Romeo 
But before you break my heart in two 
There’s one last thing that you can do  
Take out the garbage when you go. 

Chorus: 
Take out the garbage when you go  
It’s an awful lot to ask of you, I know  
But these filthy bags could spread disease 
So I'm begging you on bended knees  
To please, please, please, please  
Please, please, please, please, please  
Take out the garbage when you go. 

You saved every reminder  
Of the good times that we shared  
The bananas that we pealed  
The apples that we pared  
You say our love's gone sour  
But I think it's just the cauliflower  
I gave you once to let you know I cared.  

Chorus 

Now we're standing in the doorway  
To say our last farewells  
My eyes are filled with tears  
My house is filled with smells  
Our love was sweet as lobster meat  
The kind you always used to eat  
Well now's your chance to throw away the shells.  

Chorus, then 

Take out the garbage when you go  
You’ve been saving it for many years I know  
But these filthy bags could spread disease 
So I’m begging you on bended knees  
To please, please, please, please  

Please, please, please, please  
Please take out the gabbage  
Don’t forget the cabbage  
Take out the garbage when you go.  

© 1979 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

Orphans of the Storm 
Written in honor of the United States Bicentennial.  

With the father of our country  
I crossed the Delaware  
I was proud to be a soldier  
I was glad to do my share  
I never will forget him  
Planted at the bow 
But our ship is surely drifting  
And I surely miss him now.  

Chorus: 
We are orphans of the storm  
With no father and no mother  
We are orphans of the storm  
With no home to go to  
We are orphans of the storm  
With nobody but each other  
To keep us warm  
We are orphans of the storm. 

America the beautiful  
Certainly has changed  
She wears a lot of makeup  
But she’ll never be the same  
Oh all these desperate highways  
Are pouring out like tears  
Covering the graveyards  
Of the ones who left us here.  

Chorus 

Today a total stranger  
Attacked me with his knife  
And he shouted “Give me liberty  
Or give me your life”  
I said “We’re all as broke as you are 
So there can’t be any theft 
You’d better love your brothers  
We’re all that you have left” 

Chorus 

© 1975 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

Wedding in the Village  
I wrote this song for Lisa Klein11olz (the potter), Larry Cole (the piper) and Lisa Roth (the drummer). It is a stylized re-creation of my own wedding, at which Lisa, Larry and Lisa played prominent roles (bride, best man and maid of honor).  

Hear the horses coming  
Get up and give a cheer  
A wagon full of barrels  
Every barrel full of beer  
Through the woods down the hill  
So everyone can drink their fill  
Bells are ringing  
Soon they will be here.  

And the brewer dressed all in his best  
Lightly holds the reins  
Following the piper  
Who plays a merry strain  
One foot left, one foot right  
You and I will dance all night  
Arm in arm  
We'll sing the bright refrain:  

Chorus: 
Oh ho won't you come and join the fun  
A wedding in the village  
A festival for everyone  
Oo-wee the sun keeps coming up  
So let's all drink another round  
From the loving cup.  

And over on the hilltop  
On the other side of town  
With the little drummer girl  
You can see her coming down  
Out of fire out of clay  
She’s made mugs to give away  
She’s the potter In her wedding gown. 

And when she meets the brewer  
They both agree “I do”  
And when the rings go on the fingers  
The formalities are through  
Then it’s up the aisle, down the street  
To the inn with dancing feet  
Let’s fill those mugs  
And kick off every shoe.  

Chorus 

The dancing goes all through the night  
From early afternoon  
The piper and the drummer  
Playing every kind of tune  
See the groom, see the bride  
Face to face, then side by side  
Spirits rising  
Higher than the moon.  

And when no one is looking  
The couple slips upstairs  
And in their nest they get undressed  
And kiss without a care  
Wheels will turn fires will burn  
Fields will grow and love will flow  
Everything they  
Wish for will be theirs.  

© 1985 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

SIDE 2
Heather on the Moor 

This is a traditional song from Ulster, learned from the singing of Dan Milner, though the song has been most closely associated with Paul Brady.  

Oh as I roved out on a bright May morning  
Calm and clear was the weather  
I chanced to roam some miles from home  
Among the beautiful blooming heather  

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather  
Over the moor and among the heather  
I chanced to roam some miles from home  
Among the beautiful blooming heather  
And it’s heather on the moor.  

As I roved along with my hunting song  
My heart as light as any feather  
I met a pretty maid upon the way  
She was tripping the dew down from the heather.  

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather  
Over the moor and among the heather  
I met a pretty maid upon the way  
She was tripping the dew down from the heather 
And it’s heather on the moor.  

“Where are you going, my pretty fair maid  
By hill or dale come tell me whether”  
Right modestly she answered me  
“To the feeding of my lambs together.”  

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather  
Over the moor and among the heather  
Right modestly she answered me  
“To the feeding of my lambs together”  
And it’s heather on the moor.  

We both shook hands and down we sat  
It being the fairest day in summer  
And we sat till the red setting beams of the sun  
Came sparkling down among the heather.  

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather  
Over the moor and among the heather  
And we sat till the red setting beams of the sun  
Came sparkling down among the heather  
And it’s heather on the moor.  

“Well now” she says “I must away  
My sheep and lambs have strayed from other  
Though I am loath to part from you  
As those fond lambs are to part their mother.”  

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather  
Over the moor and among the heather  
“Though I am loath to part from you  
As those fond lambs are to part their mother”  
And it’s heather on the moor.  

So up she rose and away she goes  
Her place or name I know not either  
But if I were king I’d make her queen  
The lass I met among the heather  

And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather  
Over the moor and among the heather  
But if I were king I’d make her queen  
The lass I met among the heather  
And it’s heather on the moor. 

 

I Had an Old Coat 
This song was recycled from an old Yiddish story about a tailor. I first heard the story from Marcia Lane, master storyteller. 

I had an old coat and the coat got torn  
What’ll I do (what’ll I do)  
I had an old coat and the coat got torn  
What’ll I do (what’ll I do)  
I had an old coat and the coat got torn  
So I cut it down and a jacket was born  
And I sing every day of my life.  

In a couple of years those threads got thin 
What’ll I do (what’ll I do), etc. 
So I called it a shirt and I tucked it in 
And I sing every day of my life  

Then the sleeves wore out in the east and west  
So I pulled them off and I had a vest  
And I sing every day of my life. 

Then the vest got stained with cherry pie  
So I cut and sewed till I had a tie  
And I sing every day of my life. 

  And when that tie was looking lean  
I made a patch for my old blue jeans  
And I sing every day of my life.  

And when that patch was next to nuttin’  
I rolled it up into a button  
And I sing every day of my life. 

And when that button was almost gone  
With what was left I made this song  
Which I sing every day of my life.  

© 1985 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

The Greenwood Lassie 
This is another traditional song from Ireland, also learned from Dan Milner. I changed it from “greenwood laddie” and rewrote a few lines. The cuatro is tuned CDGCG, going from low to high.  

If you could see my dearest when her eyes shine the clearest  
Her cheeks like the red blood that’s new-dropped in snow  
She being fair and tender, her waist small and slender  
She’s my greenwood lassie wherever I go.  

My parents don’t like her, they slight her with scorn  
Because she has no riches all wrapped up in store  
But the more that they slight her the more I’ll invite her  
To be my greenwood lassie till time is no more.  

For if I had the wealth of the East or West Indies  
Or if I had the gold of the African shore  
Into my arms I’d take her and never forsake her  
My own greenwood lassie whom I’ll always adore.  

It’s down yonder bower we’ve spent many’s the long hour  
A-pulling the flowers by yon clear winding shore 
It was her stolen kisses caused my fondest wishes 
She’ll be my greenwood lassie, the girl I adore 

If you could see my dearest when her eyes shine the clearest  
Her cheeks like the red blood that’s new-dropped in snow  
She being fair and tender her waist small and slender  
She’s my greenwood lassie wherever I go 

This version © 1985 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

Money 
A song for our times. Money is the long hair of the eighties. 

Your life is out of sync, your mind is on the blink 
You don’t know what to think, think money!  

Your hippie days are through, you don’t know what to do  
Well here’s a tip for you: make money!  

You used to live on love when that was in fashion  
But the times have been a-changin’ now there’s a different passion  

Chorus:  
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money! 
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money! 

Victimize the needy, go ahead be greedy  
It won’t give you VD, money!  

Just like the politician take the ethical position  
Except on one condition: money!  

There only is one key to a life of wealth and splendor  
No matter how you get it they call it legal tender.  

Chorus 

What makes the world go ’round? What makes the lost ones found?  
What buys flesh by the pound? Money! 

It's your patriotic duty: get filthy rich and snooty  
To hell with truth and beauty, money!  

You’ll think that you are rising to the very highest level  

So won’t it be surprising when you run into the Devil.  

Chorus 

© 1985 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP) 

 

Phil 

For Phil Ochs. There but for fortune. 

Phil, what went wrong? Why are you quiet now?  
Phil, where's your song? I really need it now  
You kept me warm throughout the storm, but now I feel a chill  
Phil, I miss you. 

Phil, you were not mad, just fool enough to care  
The love you always had you always had to share  
You never knew the good you did and now you never will  
Phil, I miss you.  

Phil, here's farewell, how I wish you could have stayed  
To help me understand, to make me unafraid  
I dreamed I saw a golden bird outside my windowsill  
Phil I miss you.  

© 1985 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP)

 

Just Another War 
England won the war, and Margaret Thatcher was reelected.  

The bitter snows of June across the deck are thundering 
Like bullets from a gun  
For seven frozen weeks this soldier has been wondering 
Will I ever see the sun? 

Now you can call me “Pete,” or you can call me “Pedro”  
What’s the difference in a name? 
One leader calls them “Falklands” the other says “Malvinas”  
To them both it’s just a game.  

Chorus: 
They say “It’s war, war, war, it’s just another war  
It’s not the end of the world”  
But if there’s one too many wars then there won’t be any more  
No more wars, women, men, boys or girls.  

The politicians cheered and waved us into battle  
To save the national pride  
But they never breathed the smoke or heard the cannons rattle  
Or took a bullet in the side. No,  

Chorus 

Governments, flags, borders all are fleeting  
In an hour they disappear  
But somehow the drums of war never stop their beating  
Year after bloody year.  

Chorus 

© 1983 Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP)