Текст песни The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood - Jefferson Starship
                                                As 
                                                gentle 
                                                tides 
                                                go 
                                                rolling 
                                                by,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Along 
                                                the 
                                                salt 
                                                sea 
                                                strand
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                colours 
                                                blend 
                                                and 
                                                roll 
                                                as 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                Together 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sand.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                often 
                                                do 
                                                the 
                                                winds 
                                                entwine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                send 
                                                their 
                                                distant 
                                                call,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                quiet 
                                                joys 
                                                of 
                                                brotherhood,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                love 
                                                is 
                                                lord 
                                                of 
                                                all.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                oak 
                                                and 
                                                weed 
                                                together 
                                                rise,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Along 
                                                the 
                                                common 
                                                ground.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mare 
                                                and 
                                                stallion 
                                                light 
                                                and 
                                                dark
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                thunder 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                sound.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                rainbow 
                                                sign, 
                                                the 
                                                blended 
                                                flower
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                have 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                in 
                                                thrall.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                quiet 
                                                joys 
                                                of 
                                                brotherhood,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                love 
                                                is 
                                                lord 
                                                of 
                                                all.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                man 
                                                has 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                plough 
                                                the 
                                                tide,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                oak 
                                                lies 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                ground.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                their 
                                                tires 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                fields,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                drive 
                                                the 
                                                stallion 
                                                down.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                roses 
                                                bleed 
                                                both 
                                                light 
                                                and 
                                                dark,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                running 
                                                sands 
                                                recall 
                                                the 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                love 
                                                was 
                                                lord 
                                                of 
                                                all.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Wasn't That a Time
2 Follow the Drinking Gourd
3 Santy Anno
4 Cowboy On the Run
5 I Ain't Marchin' Anymore
6 Chimes of Freedom
7 Genesis Hall
8 Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
9 Royal Canal (The Auld Triangle)
10 Rising of the Moon
11 Frenario
12 In a Crisis
13 Maybe for You
14 Comandante Carlos Fonseca
15 Pastures of Plenty
16 Imagine
17 On the Threshold of Fire
18 The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood
19 Surprise
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