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Lyrics:
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Tumbleweed - Joan Baez
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When You Hear Them Cuckoos Hollerin' - Joan Baez
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Windrose - Joan Baez
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Where Are You Now My Son - Joan Baez
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You Ain't Goin Nowhere - Joan Baez
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Will The Circle Be Unbroken - Joan Baez
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Wildwood Flower - Joan Baez
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Walkin' Down The Line - Joan Baez
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What Have They Done To The Rain - Joan Baez
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We Three Kings - Joan Baez
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Wagoner's Lad - Joan Baez
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Txoria Txori - Joan Baez
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Turquoise - Joan Baez
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To Bobby - Joan Baez
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Trees They Do Grow High - Joan Baez
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The Wild Mountain Thyme - Joan Baez
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The Walls of Redwind - Joan Baez
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The Tramp on the Street - Joan Baez
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The Salt of the Earth - Joan Baez
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Silver Dagger - Joan Baez
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The River in the Pines - Joan Baez
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The Restless Farewell - Joan Baez
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The Last Thing On My Mind - Joan Baez
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Silkie - Joan Baez
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The Partisan - Joan Baez
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The Death of Queen Jane (Child No. 170) - Joan Baez
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The Greenwood Side - Joan Baez
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Seven Bridges Road - Joan Baez
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The Lady Came From Baltimore - Joan Baez
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The Brand New Tennessee Wal - Joan Baez
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Take Me Back to the Sweet Sunny South - Joan Baez
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The 33rd of August - Joan Baez
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Te Recuerdo Amanda - Joan Baez
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Queen Of Hearts - Joan Baez
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Swing Low, Swing Chariot - Joan Baez
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Streets Of Laredo - Joan Baez
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Natalia - Joan Baez
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Song Of Bangladesh - Joan Baez
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Stewball - Joan Baez
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So We'll Go No More a-Roving - Joan Baez
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Sail Away Ladies - Joan Baez
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Saigon Bride - Joan Baez
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Sag' Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind - Joan Baez
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Rock Salt And Nails - Joan Baez
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Rainbow Road - Joan Baez
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Ranger's Command - Joan Baez
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Rake and Rambling Boy - Joan Baez
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Railroad Boy - Joan Baez
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Pretty Boy Floyd - Joan Baez
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Poor Wayfaring Stranger - Joan Baez
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Myths - Joan Baez
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Portland Town - Joan Baez
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Plane Wreck at los Gatos (Deportee) - Joan Baez
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Pauvre Ruteboeuf - Joan Baez
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Paso Rio - Joan Baez
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Pal of Mine - Joan Baez
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Jesse - Joan Baez
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Plaisir d'Amour - Joan Baez
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Only Heaven Knows - Joan Baez
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One Too Many Mornings - Joan Baez
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One Day At A Time - Joan Baez
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Once I Knew a Pretty Girl - Joan Baez
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Old Welsh Song - Joan Baez
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My Home's Across the Blue Ridge Mountains - Joan Baez
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Old Blue - Joan Baez
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O What A Beautiful City - Joan Baez
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Minister of War - Joan Baez
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No Nos Moveran - Joan Baez
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No Man Is an Island - Joan Baez
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No Expectations - Joan Baez
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Never Dreamed You'd Leave in Summer - Joan Baez
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La Llorona - Joan Baez
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Mary Hamilton - Joan Baez
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Mary Call - Joan Baez
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Maria Dolores - Joan Baez
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Manha de Carnaval/Te Ador - Joan Baez
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Love Minus Zero/No Limit - Joan Baez
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Love Song to a Stranger - Joan Baez
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Lowlands - Joan Baez
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If I Knew - Joan Baez
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Llego Con Tres Heridas - Joan Baez
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Lincoln Freed Me Today (The Slave) - Joan Baez
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I wonder as I wander - Joan Baez
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Lonesome Road - Joan Baez
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Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts - Joan Baez
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Lass From The Low Country - Joan Baez
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Lily of the West - Joan Baez
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Let It Be - Joan Baez
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Less Than the Song - Joan Baez
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Las Madres Cansadas - Joan Baez
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Lady Mary - Joan Baez
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La Colombe -- The Dove - Joan Baez
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Kumbaya - Joan Baez
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Kitty - Joan Baez
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Just a closer walk with Thee - Joan Baez
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Joe Hill - Joan Baez
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In Guernica - Joan Baez
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It's All Over Now Baby Blue - Joan Baez
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It Ain't Me Babe - Joan Baez
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Ilego con Tres Heridas - Joan Baez
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If You Were a Carpenter - Joan Baez
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I Dream of Jeannie/Danny Boy [medley] - Joan Baez
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I Shall Be Released - Joan Baez
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I Saw the Vision of Armies - Joan Baez
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Hush, Little Baby - Joan Baez
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House Of The Rising Sun - Joan Baez
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Gulf Winds - Joan Baez
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Hickory Wind - Joan Baez
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Henry Martin - Joan Baez
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Help Me Make It Through The Night - Joan Baez
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Heaven Help Us All - Joan Baez
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Guantanamera - Joan Baez
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Green Green Grass Of Home - Joan Baez
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Gospel Ship - Joan Baez
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Good King Wenceslas - Joan Baez
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Good Christian Kings - Joan Baez
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Forever Young - Joan Baez
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Glad Bluebird of Happiness - Joan Baez
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Gacela of the Dark Death - Joan Baez
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Ghetto - Joan Baez
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Georgie - Joan Baez
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Fennario - Joan Baez
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Famous Blue Raincoat - Joan Baez
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Fare Thee Well (10,000 Miles) - Joan Baez
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Esquinazo del Guerrillero - Joan Baez
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Astrapsen (The Sun Is Risen) - Joan Baez
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Eleanor Rigby - Joan Baez
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El Rossinyol - Joan Baez
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Do Right Woman Do Right Man - Joan Baez
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Dear Landlord - Joan Baez
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De Colores - Joan Baez
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Di Da - Joan Baez
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Deck The Halls - Joan Baez
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Cucurrucucú Paloma - Joan Baez
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Daddy, You Been on My Mind - Joan Baez
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Copper Kettle - Joan Baez
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Colours - Joan Baez
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Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around - Joan Baez
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Adeste Fideles - Joan Baez
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Caruso - Joan Baez
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A Young Gypsy - Joan Baez
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Carry It On - Joan Baez
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CARELESS LOVE - Joan Baez
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Bring a Torch, Jeannette, Isabella - Joan Baez
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Blue Sky - Joan Baez
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A Stranger In My Place - Joan Baez
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Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair - Joan Baez
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Black Is The Color - Joan Baez
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Be Not Too Hard - Joan Baez
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Battle Hymn of the Republic - Joan Baez
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Barbara Allen - Joan Baez
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Banks Of The Ohio - Joan Baez
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Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Pt. 3 - Joan Baez
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Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Pt. 2 - Joan Baez
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Ballad of Sacco & Vanzetti - Joan Baez
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Até Amanhã - Joan Baez
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Babe I'm Gonna Leave You - Joan Baez
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Angels we have heard on high - Joan Baez
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Angeline - Joan Baez
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Amazing Grace - Joan Baez
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All The Pretty Little Horses - Joan Baez
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All My Trails - Joan Baez
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All in Green Went My Love Riding - Joan Baez
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'Nu Bello Cardillo - Joan Baez
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Isaac And Abraham - Joan Baez
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When Time Is Stolen - Joan Baez
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Time Rag - Joan Baez
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Three Horses - Joan Baez
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The Hitchhikers' Song - Joan Baez
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The Dream Song - Joan Baez
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The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti 3 - Joan Baez
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The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti 2 - Joan Baez
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The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti 1 - Joan Baez
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Last, Lonely, and Wretched - Joan Baez
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Still Waters at Night - Joan Baez
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Speaking Of Dreams - Joan Baez
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Sgt. Pepper's Band - Joan Baez
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Saigon Bridge - Joan Baez
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Rider, Pass By - Joan Baez
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Play Me Backwards - Joan Baez
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North - Joan Baez
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Moscow On Hollywood Boulevard - Joan Baez
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Miracles - Joan Baez
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Marriot U.s.a. - Joan Baez
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Love Song To A Stranger 2 - Joan Baez
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Love Song To A Stranger 1 - Joan Baez
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Love Is Just a Four-Letter Word - Joan Baez
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James And The Gang - Joan Baez
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I'm With You - Joan Baez
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Here's To You - Joan Baez
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Gulf Wind - Joan Baez
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Gabriel and Me - Joan Baez
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Fifteen Months - Joan Baez
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Edge Of Glory - Joan Baez
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Coconuts - Joan Baez
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China - Joan Baez
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Blessed Are - Joan Baez
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All The Weary Mothers Of The Earth - Joan Baez
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Weary Mothers (people's Union #1) - Joan Baez
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The Partisan (la Complainte Du Partisan) - Joan Baez
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In The Quiet Morning - Joan Baez
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What You Gonna Call Your Pretty Little Baby - Joan Baez
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With God On Our Side - Joan Baez
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Winds of the Old Days - Joan Baez
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We Shall Overcome - Joan Baez
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Tramp On The Street - Joan Baez
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Time Is Passing Us By - Joan Baez
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Three Fishers - Joan Baez
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THERE BUT FOR FORTUNE - Joan Baez
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The Water Is Wide - Joan Baez
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The Unquiet Grave (Child No. 78) - Joan Baez
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The Swallow Song - Joan Baez
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The Riddle Song (Very Early Joan) - Joan Baez
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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down - Joan Baez
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The Dangling Conversation - Joan Baez
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THE CHERRY TREE CAROL - Joan Baez
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Te Ador - Joan Baez
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Sweeter for Me - Joan Baez
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Stones In The Road - Joan Baez
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Stephanie's Room - Joan Baez
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Seabirds - Joan Baez
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Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands - Joan Baez
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Rexroth's Daughter - Joan Baez
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Put Your Hand In The Hand - Joan Baez
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Once I Had A Sweetheart - Joan Baez
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Prison Trilogy (Billy Rose) - Joan Baez
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Prison Trilogy - Joan Baez
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Outside the Nashville City Limits - Joan Baez
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Llorona - Joan Baez
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No Woman No Cry - Joan Baez
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No Limit - Joan Baez
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My Lord What A Morning - Joan Baez
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Matty Groves - Joan Baez
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Marriott, U.s.a. - Joan Baez
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Love Minus Zero Limit - Joan Baez
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Love Is a Four-Letter Word - Joan Baez
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Lost, Lonely, And Wretched - Joan Baez
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Legend Of The Girl Child Linda - Joan Baez
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Kingdom of Childhood - Joan Baez
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John Riley - Joan Baez
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Jack-A-Roe - Joan Baez
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I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine - Joan Baez
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I Dream Of Jeannie Boy - Joan Baez
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House Carpenter - Joan Baez
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Cucurrucuc Paloma - Joan Baez
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Gracias a la Vida - Joan Baez
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Go 'Way From My Window - Joan Baez
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Come All Ye Fair - Joan Baez
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East Virginia - Joan Baez
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Don't Think Twice, It's All Right - Joan Baez
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Danny Boy [medley] - Joan Baez
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Danger Waters - Joan Baez
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Children of Darkness - Joan Baez
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Children and All That Jazz - Joan Baez
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All My Trials Lord - Joan Baez
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Ballad of Sacco and Vanzetti, Pt. 1 - Joan Baez
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Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5 -- Aria - Joan Baez
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Annabel Lee - Joan Baez
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Altar Boy And The Thief - Joan Baez
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Adeste Fidelis - Joan Baez
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A Song For David - Joan Baez
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A Mi Manera - Joan Baez
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One Tin Soldier - Joan Baez
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The Crimes Of Cain - Joan Baez
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Wings Of Fantasy - Joan Baez
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Who do you think i am - Joan Baez
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The Trees They Do Grow High - Joan Baez
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The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti Part Two - Joan Baez
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The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti Part Three - Joan Baez
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The Ballad Of Sacco And Vanzetti Part One - Joan Baez
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Suzanne - Joan Baez
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Steal Across The Border - Joan Baez
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Scarlet Tide - Joan Baez
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San Francisco Mabel Joy - Joan Baez
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Recently - Joan Baez
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Oh Happy Day - Joan Baez
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OH! BROTHER - Joan Baez
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Motherland - Joan Baez
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Michael - Joan Baez
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Marie Flore - Joan Baez
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Manha De Carnaval Te Ador - Joan Baez
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Love Minus Zero / No Limit - Joan Baez
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Lady Di And I - Joan Baez
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James & The Gang - Joan Baez
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I Still Miss Someone - Joan Baez
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I Dream Of Jeannie-danny Boy (medley) - Joan Baez
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Happy Birthday, Leonid Brezhnev - Joan Baez
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Gossamer - Joan Baez
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FREIGHT TRAIN - Joan Baez
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FOUNTAIN OF SORROW - Joan Baez
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Farewell Angelina - Joan Baez
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El Preso Numero Nueve - Joan Baez
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Don't Blame My Mother - Joan Baez
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Day After Tomorrow - Joan Baez
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Cambodia - Joan Baez
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Burgundian Carol - Joan Baez
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Blowin' In The Wind - Joan Baez
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Banks Of Ohio - Joan Baez
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Amsterdam - Joan Baez
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A Heartfelt Line Or Two - Joan Baez
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You're Aging Well - Joan Baez
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Where's My Apple Pie - Joan Baez
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Warriors Of The Sun - Joan Baez
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The Bells Of Gethsemani - Joan Baez
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The Altar Boy And The Thief - Joan Baez
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Tears Of Rage - Joan Baez
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Sweet Sir Galahad - Joan Baez
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Simple Twist of Fate - Joan Baez
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Restless Farewell - Joan Baez
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Please Come To Boston - Joan Baez
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Honest Lullaby - Joan Baez
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North Country Blues - Joan Baez
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Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore - Joan Baez
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Michael Row Your Boat Ahore - Joan Baez
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Mary - Joan Baez
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Lucifer's Eyes - Joan Baez
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Hello in There - Joan Baez
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Luba The Baroness - Joan Baez
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Love Song To A Stranger Part Ii - Joan Baez
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Long Black Veil - Joan Baez
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Little Moses - Joan Baez
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Lily - Joan Baez
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Juan De La Cruz - Joan Baez
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Jericho Road - Joan Baez
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In The Morning Light - Joan Baez
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Imagine - Joan Baez
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I Pity the Poor Immigrant - Joan Baez
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For Sasha - Joan Baez
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Engine 143 - Joan Baez
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DRIFTER'S ESCAPE - Joan Baez
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Down In Yon Forest - Joan Baez
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Donna Donna - Joan Baez
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Diamonds And Rust - Joan Baez
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Dangling Conversation - Joan Baez
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Children Of The 80's - Joan Baez
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Boulder to Birmingham - Joan Baez
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Boots of Spanish Leather - Joan Baez
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Birmingham Sunday - Joan Baez
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Best of Friends - Joan Baez
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A Satisfied Mind - Joan Baez
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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall - Joan Baez
I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed
rolling across an open plain,
I feel like something nobody needs
I feel my life drifting away,
drifting away -
I feel like a broken wagon wheel
when I can't hop a slow-moving train
Think I know how a coyote feels
when he's howling just to
ease the pain, since he's been away.
Lord, I feel like rolling,
rolling along, so keep your big
wind blowing till all my natural
days are gone -
till my days are all gone.
I'm just a lonesome tumbleweed
turning end over end.
Once I pulled all my roots free
I became a slave to the wind,
a slave to the wind.
CHORUS
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
Sign of rain, buddy, it'ss a sign of rain
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Ain't comin' home, buddy, and I ain't comin' home
CHORUS
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
Someone's dyin', whoa, somebody's dyin'
CHORUS
Instrumental
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air
The single son she had last night is buried under her
They say that the war is done
Where are you now, my son?
An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white
Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight
I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn
But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen"
The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns
Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"
Now that the war's being won
Where are you now, my son?
The siren gives a running break to those who live in town
Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground
Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall
And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all
The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare
At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air
But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast
That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door
The days of our youth were fun
Where are you now, my son?
From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound
Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down
Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room
Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon
In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command
They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand
The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground
Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down"
Yours was the righteous gun
Where are you now, my son?
We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve
The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese
The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms
But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs
So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose
And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze
The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy
Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi
With bravery we have sun
But where are you now, my son?
Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me
To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony
And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask
Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass
The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes
And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls
Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men
And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again
I've heard that the war is done
Then where are you now, my son?
© 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
Clouds so swift, rain won't lift
Gate won't close, the railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I don't care how many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money and pack up your tent
You ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself to the tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis Khan, he could not keep
All his kings supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
But we still ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow's the day my man's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I was standing by the window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
To carry my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
Bye and bye Lord bye and bye
There's a better home a waiting
In the sky Lord in the sky
Lord I told that undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
For that body you’re a haulin’
Lord I hate to see her go
Well I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in that grave.
I went back home Lord that home was lonesome
Since my mother, she was gone
All my brothers and sisters crying
What a home so sad and alone.
One by one the seats were emptied
One by one they went away
Now that family they are parted
Will they meet again some day.
I was singing with my sisters
I was singing with my friends
And we all can, sing together
‘cause the circle never ends
Wildwood flower (traditional)
I will twine with my mingles of raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
The meadow so bright with it's emerald hue
And the pale and the leader and eyes look so blue
I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
I woke from my dream and all idols was clay
And all portions of love then had all flown away
He told me to love him and promised to love
And cherish me over all others above
My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell
He left me no warning, no words of farewell
He told me to love him and called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's weary hour
How I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected his frail wildwood flower.
Well, I'm walkin' down the line,
I'm walkin' down the line
An' I'm walkin' down the line.
My feet'll be a-flyin'
To tell about my troubled mind.
I got a heavy-headed gal
I got a heavy-headed gal
I got a heavy-headed gal
She ain't feelin' well
When she's better only time will tell
Well, I'm walkin' down the line,
I'm walkin' down the line
An' I'm walkin' down the line.
My feet'll be a-flyin'
To tell about my troubled mind.
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
And rolls and flows and rolls and flows
Through the holes in the pockets in my clothes
Well, I'm walkin' down the line,
I'm walkin' down the line
An' I'm walkin' down the line.
My feet'll be a-flyin'
To tell about my troubled mind.
I see the morning light
I see the morning light
Well it's not because
I'm an early riser
I didn't go to sleep last night
Well, I'm walkin' down the line,
I'm walkin' down the line
An' I'm walkin' down the line.
My feet'll be a-flyin'
To tell about my troubled mind.
I got my walkin' shoes
I got my walkin' shoes
I got my walkin' shoes
An' I ain't a-gonna lose
I believe I got the walkin' blues
Well, I'm walkin' down the line,
I'm walkin' down the line
An' I'm walkin' down the line.
My feet'll be a-flyin'
To tell about my troubled mind.
Just a little rain falling all around
The grass lifts it's head to the heavenly sound
Just a little rain, just a little rain
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that falls for years
And the grass is gone, the boy disappears
And rain keeps falling like helpless tears
And what have they done to the rain
Just a little breeze out of the sky
The leaves nod their head as the breeze blows by
Just a little breeze with some smoke in it's eye
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that falls for years
And the grass is gone, the boy disappears
And rain keeps falling like helpless tears
And what have they done to the rain
instrumental
Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled, she's always confined
Controlled by her parents untill she's a wife
A slave to her husband the rest of her life
Oh, i'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad
i've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He's courted me daily, by night and by day
But now he is packing and moving away
My parents don't like him because he is poor
They say he's not worthy of entering my door
He works for a living, his money's his own
And if they don't like it they can leave him alone
Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay
Then sit down beside me as long as you may
My horses aint hungry, they won't eat your hay
Then fare thee well darlin i'll be on my way
Your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend
Then sit down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
Then fare thee well darlin, no longer to stand
HEGOAK EBAKI BANIZKIO
NERIA IZANGO ZEN
EZ ZUEN ALDEGINGO
BAINAN, HONELA
EZ ZEN GEHIAGO TXORIA IZANGO
ETA NIK...TXORIA NUEN MAITE
THE BIRD WHICH IS A BIRD
IF I HAD CUT THE WINGS TO HER
SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN MINE
SHE WOULD NOT BE FLEES
BUT,THUS
SHE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ANYMORE A BIRD
AND ME...IT'S THE BIRD WHICH I LOVED
Your eyes beams like sunlight on a gull's wings
And the leaves dance and play after you
Take my hand and hold it as you would a flower
Take care with my heart, oh, darling, she's made of glass
Your eyes feel like sunlight resting on me
And the birds cease to sing when you rise
Ride easy your fairy stallion you have mounted
Take care how you fly, my precious, you might fall down
In the pastel shades of sunlight I have wandered
With my eyes, my ears, my heart strained to the full
I know I've tasted the essence in those few days
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry home to your heart
You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load
The years were young, the struggle barely had its start
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
No one could say it like you said it, we'd only try and just forget it
You stood alone upon the mountain till it was sinking
And in a frenzy we tried to reach you
With looks and letters we would beseech you
Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
Perhaps the pictures in the Times could no longer be put in rhymes
When all the eyes of starving children are wide open
You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound
That made me think your heart was aching or even broken
But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you
And so will I, with all respect, I'll just relive you
And likewise, you must understand these things we give you
Like these flowers at your door and scribbled notes about the war
We're only saying the time is short and there is work to do
And we're still marching in the streets with little victories and big defeats
But there is joy and there is hope and there's a place for you
And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying
© 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
The trees they grow high,
the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many an hour I have watched him all alone
He's young,
but he's daily growing
Father, dear father,
you've done me great wrong
You have married me to a boy who is too young
I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen
He's young,
but he's daily growing
Daughter, dear daughter,
I've done you no wrong
I have married you to a great lord's son
He'll make a lord for you to wait upon
He's young,
but he's daily growing
Father, dear father, if you see fit
We'll send him to college for one year yet
I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the maidens know that he's married
One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys as playing with the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing
At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
And death had put an end to his growing
The wild mountain thyme Francis McPeake
For the summertime is comming.
And the leaves are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Blooms around the purple heather
Chorus: Will you go lassie, go?
And we€™ll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, lassie go?
If my true love will not go
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather
Chorus....
I will build my love a bower
By yon clear an crystal fountain
And in it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Chorus...
Well I'm sailin away my own true love.
I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place where I'll be landin'?
No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love.
There's nothing I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
from across that lonesome ocean.
Well I just though you might want something fine
made of silver or of golden
either from the mountains of Madrid
or the coast of Barcelona.
If I had the stars from the darkest night
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss,
for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
That I might be gone a long old time,
and it's only that I'm askin'.
Is there something I can give you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'?
Oh how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow.
For the same thing that I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow.
Well I got a letter on a lonesome day.
It was from her ship a'sailin'.
Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again.
It depends on how I'm feelin'."
Well if you my love must think that a'way
I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me
but with the country where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the Western wind.
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me;
SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER.
Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He lay down by the rich man's gate.
He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
And Jesus who died on Calvary's tree,
Shed his life blood for you and for me
They pierced his side, his hands and his feet
And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
He was Mary's own darlin', he was Mary's own son;
Once he was fair and once he was young,
And Mary she rocked him, her little darlin' to sleep,
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
When the battles are over, and the victory's won,
Everyone mourns with the poor man's son,
Red white and blue, and victory sweet,
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth
When I search a faceless crowd
Swirling mass of grey, black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact they look so strange
Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let's drink to the uncounted head
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who want leaders but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio
And when I search a faceless crowd
Swirling mass of grey, black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact they look so strange
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's think of the three thousand million
(traditional)
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.
All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.
My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.
Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life.
Oh, Mary was a maiden
When the birds began to sing
She was sweeter than the blooming rose
So early in the spring
Her thoughts were gay and happy
And the morning gay and fine
For her lover was a river boy
From the river in the pines
Now Charlie, he got married
To his Mary in the spring
When the trees were budding early
And the birds began to sing
But early in the autumn
When the fruit is in the wine
I'll return to you, my darling
From the river in the pines
It was early in the morning
In Wisconsin dreary clime
When he ruled the fatal rocket
For that last and feudal time
They found his body lying
On the Rocky shore below
Where the silent water ripples
And the whispering cedars blow
Now every raft or lumber
That's come down, the chip away
There's a lonely grave that's
visited by drivers on their way
They plant the wild flowers upon it
In the morning fair and fine
'Tis the grave of two young lovers
From the river in the pines
Bob Dylan
from the album The Times They Are A-Changin'
Oh all the money that in my whole life I spent
Be it mine right or wrongfully
I'd let it slip gladly past the hands of my friends
To tie up the time most forcefully
But the bottles are done, we've killed each one
And the table is full and overflowed
And the corner sign says it's closing time
So I'll bid farewell and be down the road
Oh every boy that ever I've touched
I did not do it harmfully
And every boy that ever I've hurt
I did not do it knowingly
But to remain as friends, you need the time
To make amends and stay behind
And since my feet are now fast
And point away from the past
I'll bid farewell and be down the line
Oh every foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came
And every cause that ever I fought
I fought it full without regret or shame
But the dark does die as the curtain is drawn
And somebody's eyes must meet the dawn
And if I see the day I'd only have to stay
So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me
But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick
It can pierce through the dust no matter how thick
So I'll make my stand and remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn
It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
That was the last thing on my mind
You've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know
For the weeks have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
That was the last thing on my mind
As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies a-bornin'
Without you, without you
Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I should have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
That was the last thing on my mind
An earthly nurse sits and sings,
And aye she sings a lily wean -
"Little ken I my bairn's father,
Far less the land that he dwells in."
For he's come one night to her bed's foot
And a grumly guest I'm sure he'd be,
Saying, "Here am I, thy bairn's father,
Although I be not comely.
"I am a man upon the land,
I am a silkie in the sea,
And when I'm far and far from land,
My home it is the sule skerrie."
And he has ta'en a purse of gold,
And set it softly on her knee,
Saying, "Give to me my little young son
And take thee up thy nurse's fee.
"And I will come one summer's day
When the sun shine's bright on every stane,
I'll come and take my little young son,
And teach him how to swim the faem.
"And ye shall marry a gunner bold,
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be,
And the very first shot that ever he shoots
Will kill both my young son and me."
They poured across the borders
We were cautioned to surrender
This I could not do
Into the hills I vanished
No one ever asks me
Who I am or where I'm going?
But those of you who know
You cover up my footprints
I have changed my name so often
I have lost my wife and children
But I have many friends
And some of them are with me
An old woman gave us shelter
Kept us hidden in a garret
And then the soldiers came
She died without a whisper
There were three of us this morning
And I'm the only one this evening
Still I must go on
Frontiers are my prison
Oh the winds, the winds are blowing
Through the graves the winds are blowing
Freedom soon will come
Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more
The women grew weary
And the midwife gave o'er
King Henry, he was sent for
On horse back and speed
King Henry came to her
In the time of her need
Oh Henry, good King Henry
If that you do be
Please pierce my side open
And save my baby
Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane
That never could be
I'd lose my sweet flower
To save my baby
Queen Jane she turned over
She fell all in a swoon
Her side was pierced open
And the baby was found
How bright was the morning
How yellow was the moon
How costly the white coat
Queen Jane was wrapped in
King Henry he weeped
He wrung his hands 'til they're sore
The flower of England
Will never be no more
There was a fair maiden lived in the north
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
She fell in love with her father's clerk
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
He courted her a year and a day
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
Till her the young man did betray
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
She leaned her back against the thorn
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And there, two bonny boys, she's born
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
She's taken out her little knife
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And she's robbed them of their life
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
There, she walked by her father's wall
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
She saw her two bonny boys playing ball
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Oh, bonny boys, if you were mine
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
I'd dress you up in silk so fine
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Oh, mother dear, when we were dying
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
You did not treat us then so fine
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Now, bonny boys, come tell to me
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
What sort of life I'll have after dying?
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Seven years of visions of blood
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And seven years of hurt in the womb
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Seven years down in the mourning bell
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And seven years in the flames of hell
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Welcome, welcome, visions of blood
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
And welcome, welcome, hurt in the womb
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Welcome down to the mourning bell
Oh, the rose and the linsey, oh
But God, save me from the flames of hell
Down by the Greenwood side, oh
Seven Bridges Road
There are stars
In the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild
Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn form here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road
There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road
the lady cam from Baltimore
all she wore was lace
she didn't know that I was poor
she never saw my face
I was sent to steal her money
take her rings and run
but I fell in love with the lady
came away with none
the lady's name was Suzanne Moore
her daddy read her law
she didn't know that I was poor
livin' outside the law
I was sent to steal her money
take her rings and run
but I fell in love with the lady
came away with none
her daddy said I was a thief
and didn't have her love(?)
but I (that?) was Suzanne's true belief
I married her for love (?)
I was sent to steal her money
take her rings and run
but I fell in love with the lady
came away with none
the way she lived in ?
to keep the robbers out
she never stop to think it all
that's what I'm about
I was sent to steal her money
take her rings and run
but I fell in love with the lady
came away with none
Oh, my, but you have a pretty face
You favour a girl that I knew
I imagine that she's still in Tennessee
And, by God, I should be there, too
I've a sadness too sad to be true
Well I left Tennessee in a hurry, dear
The same way that I'm leaving you
But love is mainly just memories
And everyone's got him a few
So when I'm gone I'll be glad to love you
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
You're literally waltzing on air
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
There's no telling who will be there
When I leave it'll be like I found you, love
Descending Victorian stairs
Feeling like one of your photographs
Trapped while I'm putting on airs
And getting even by saying."Who cares"
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
You're literally waltzing on air
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
There's no telling who will be there
So, let all of your passionate violins
Play a tune for a Tennessee kid
Who's feeling like leaving another town
With no place to go if he did
'Cause they'll catch you wherever you're hid
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
You're literally waltzing on air
At the brand new Tennessee Waltz
There's no telling who will be there
Chorus
Take me back to the place where I first saw the light
To my sweet sunny south, take me home
Where the mocking birds sing me to sleep every night
Oh why was I tempted to roam
The path to our cottage they say has grown green
And the place is quite lonely around
I know that the smiles and the forms that I've seen
Now lie in the dark mossy ground
Chorus
Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow
To my plot in the evergreen shade
Where the flowers from the river green margin did grow
And spread their sweet scene through the glade
Chorus
Today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
there's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they cant understand.
(CHORUS)
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.
Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain.
But now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled
(Victor Jara)
Te recuerdo Amanda
la calle mojada
corriendo a la fábrica
donde trabajaba Manuel.
La sonrisa ancha
la lluvia en el pelo
no importaba nada
Ibas a encontrarte
con él, con él, con él, con él, con él,
son cinco minutos
la vida es eterna en cinco minutos.
Suena la sirena
de vuelta al trabajo
y tu caminando
lo iluminas todo
los cinco minutos
te hacen florecer.
La sonrisa ancha
la lluvia en el pelo
no importaba nada
Ibas a encontrarte
con él, con él, con él, con él, con él,
Que partió a la sierra
que nunca hizo daño
que partió a la sierra
y en cinco minutos
quedó destrozado.
Suena la sirena
de vuelta al trabajo
muchos no volvieron
tampoco Manuel.
To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow
He's here today, he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty but sweethearts few
If my love leaves me what shall I do?
Had I the store in yonder mountain
Where gold and silver is there for counting
I could not count for thought of thee
My eyes so full I could not see
I love my father, I love my mother
I love my sister, I love my brother
I love my friends and relatives too
I'll forsake them all and go with you
To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow
He's here today, he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty but sweethearts few
If my love leaves me what shall I do ?
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
And I looked over yonder and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home?
So a band, a band of angels, it was a coming for me,
Coming for to carry you on home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Well if you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends, I'm a coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me, you, us on, them home.
Amen.
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen
Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay
He was a young cowboy in search of a homeland
He rode 'cross the ranges in search of a bride
His strength was his glory, so brave and so handsome
His weakness was gambling, his downfall was pride
O beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
[Streets Of Laredo lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
He's gone to his maker this fair windy day
Sing the hymns sweetly
And place the flowers softly
For the young cowboy that lies here today
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day
I spied a young cowboy dressed up in white linen
Dressed up in white linen as cold as the clay
Weaver of words
Who lives alone
In fear and sorrow
Where are the words
To set you free
Perhaps tomorrow
Where is the earth
Where is the sky
Where is the light
You long for
What hope of you
Where you are now
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
Inside the ward
Naked and cruel
Where life is stolen
From those who try
To stay alive
And not be broken
Where are the friends
Where are the men
Who among them
Can defend you
Where is the child
You'll never see
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
What else there lives
Behind the door
That never opens
Are you insane
As they say you are
Or just forsaken
Are you still there
Do you still care
Or are you lost forever
I know this song
You'll never hear
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
Natalia Gorbanevskaja
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
The story of Bangladesh
Is an ancient one again made fresh
By blind men who carry out commmands
Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands
Which is to sacrifice a people for a land
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
Once again we stand aside
And watch the families crucified
See a teenage mother's vacant eyes
As she watches her feeble baby try
To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies
And the students at the university
Asleep at night quite peacefully
The soldiers came and shot them in their beds
And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread
And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
Did you read about the army officer's plea
For donor's blood? It was given willingly
By boys who took the needles in their veins
And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained
No time to comprehend and there was little pain
And so the story of Bangladesh
Is an ancient one again made fresh
By all who carry out commands
Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand
Which say to sacrifice a people for a land
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
© 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
Oh Stewball was a racehorse
And I wish he were mine
He never drank water
He always drank wine
His bridle was silver
His mane, it was gold
And the worth of his saddle
Has never been told
Oh the fairgrounds were crowded
And Stewball was there
But the betting was heavy
On the bay and the mare
And a-way up yonder
Ahead of them all
Came a-prancin' and a-dancin'
My noble Stewball
I bet on the grey mare
I bet on the bay
If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball
I'd be a free man today
Oh the hoot owl, she holler
And the turtle dove moan
I'm a poor boy in trouble
I'm a long way from home
Oh Stewball was a racehorse
And I wish he were mine
He never drank water
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears the sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself must rest
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Still we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
Sail Away Ladies
Ain't no use to sit and cry.
You'll be an angel by and by.
Chorus:
Can't she rock 'em, can't she rock 'em,
can't she rock 'em, daddy-e-o
Can't she rock 'em, can't she rock 'em,
can't she rock 'em, daddy-e-o
I got a home in Tennessee (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.)
That's the place I wanna be. (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.)
If I ever get my way (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.)
Tennessee is where I'll stay. (Sail away, ladies. Sail away.)
Chorus
Ever I get my new house done.
Give my old one to my son.
Ever I finish this porch and stairs,
lie around in my rockin' chair.
Chorus
Ain't no use to sit and cry.
You'll be an angel by and by.
Won't be a long time 'round this place.
So get a look at my funny face.
Chorus
Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It flows through jungles, round the trees
Some say it's yellow, some say red
It will not matter when we're dead
How many dead men will it take
To build a dike that will not break?
How many children must we kill
Before we make the waves stand still?
Though miracles come high today
We have the wherewithal to pay
It takes them off the streets you know
To places they would never go alone
It gives them useful trades
The lucky boys are even paid
Men die to build their Pharaoh's tombs
And still and still the teeming wombs
How many men to conquer Mars
How many dead to reach the stars?
Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It flows through jungles, round the trees
Some say it's yellow, some say red
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind,
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind,
Was ist gescheh'n?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind,
Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind.
Wann wird man je versteh'n,
Wann wird man je versteh'n?
Sag mir, wo die Mädchen sind
Männer nahmen sie geschwind.
Sag mir, wo die Männer sind
Zogen fort, der Krieg beginnt.
Sag, wo die Soldaten sind
Über Gräbern weht der Wind.
Sag mir, wo die Gräber sind
Blumen weh'n im Sommerwind.
On the banks of the river, where the willows hang down,
Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound,
Down in the hollow where the water runs cold,
It's there I *have listened to the lies that you told.
(*first)
Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face.
The past I remember, time cannot erase.
(The) letters you wrote me were written in shame,
And I know that your conscience still echos my *pain.
(*name)
Now the nights are so long, my sorrow runs deep.
Nothing is worse than a night without sleep.
I walk out alone, I look at the sky,
Too *empty to sing, too **lonesome to cry.
(*lonesome) (**empty)
(Now) if the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes.
If the ladies were squirrels with (them) high bushy tails,
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails.
I was born a poor poor man
All my life I had hard workin' hands
But I sang a song as I carried my load
Cuz I had a dream about rainbow, rainbow road
Then one day my chance came along
A man heard me singin' and playing these old songs
He bought me fine clothes, paid the money I owed
Started me on my way down rainbow, rainbow road
Then one night a man wiht a knife
Pushed me till I had to take his life
Fast as fallin' all my friends were gone
That old judge traded me a sentence for a song
Just livin' with that ball 'n chain
Had to wear a number 'for they'd ever call my name
Like a dream I'm growing old
But we still sing about rainbow, rainbow read
Come all of you cowboys all over this land
I'll sing you the law of the Ranger's command.
To hold a six-shooter and never to run
As long as there's bullets in both of your guns.
I met a fair maiden whose name I don't know
I asked her to the round-up with me would she go.
She said she'd go with me to the cold round-up
And drink that hard liquor from a cold bitter cup.
We started for the round-up in the fall of the year
Expecting to get there with a herd of fat steer.
When the rustlers broke on us in the dead hour of night
She rose from her warm bed a battle to fight.
She rose from her warm bed with a gun in each hand
Saying, "Come all you cowboys, and fight for your land."
Come all of you cowboys, and don't ever run
As long as there's bullets in both of your guns.
I'm a Rake And a Ramblin' Boy
CHORUS:
Well I'm a rake and ramblin' boy.
There's many a city I did enjoy,
And now I've married me a pretty little wife
and I love her dearer than I love my life.
Oh, she was pretty, both neat and gay
caused me to rob the broad highway
Oh, yes, I robbed it, I do declare.
And I got myself ten thousand bail.
Chorus
Oh when I die don't bury me at all
place my bones in alcohol
and at my feet place a snow white dove
to let the world know I died for love.
Well I'm a rake and a ramblin' boy.
There's many a city I did enjoy,
And now I've married me a pretty little wife
and I love her dearer than I love my life.
and I love her dearer than I love my life.
She went upstairs to make her bed
And not one word to her mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs too
Saying, 'Daughter, oh daughter, what's troublin' you?':
'Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tell
That railroad boy that I love so well.
He courted me my life away
And now at home will no longer stay.'
'There is a place in yonder town
Where my love goes and he sits him down.
And he takes that strange girl on his knee
And he tells to her what he won't tell me.'
Her father he came home from work
Sayin', 'Where is my daughter, she seems so hurt'
He went upstairs to give her hope
An' he found her hangin' by a rope.
He took his knife and he cut her down
And on her bosom these words he found:
'Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head and feet,
And on my breast, put a snow white dove
To warn the world that I died of love.
Well gather round children, a story i will tell
About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode
And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard
And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down
Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame
Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door
It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day
A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say
Well you say that i'm an outlaw, you say that i'm a thief
Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief
As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men
Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
wandering through this world of woe,
and there's no sickness, no toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to meet my mother,
she said she'd meet me when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I'll soon be free from every trial,
my body asleep in the old graveyard.
I'll drop the cross of self denial,
and enter on my great reward.
I'm going there to meet my father,
I'm going there no more to roam.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
wandering through this world of woe,
and there's no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to see my sister,
she said she'd meet me when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
A myth has just been shattered
Upon the four winds scattered
Back to some storybook
From whence it came
Vicarious hearts may ache
And try to mend the break
And seek for a righteous place
To put the blame
Neither of us knew
What the future would bring
We only know that now there is
Some room to talk and sing
The baby laughs a lot
And that's the most important thing
And as soon as we can handle
The hurt and pain
There may be more
Than just happy memories to gain
So to hell with all the troubles
And counting up the couples
Who travelled this same route
On their way down
Because if we keep on growing
There is no way of knowing
When we'll meet
As two new people we just found
We just found
© 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
I was born in Portland town
I was born in Portland town
Yes I was, yes I was, yes I was
I was born in Portland town
Got married in Portland town
Yes I did, yes I did, yes I did
Got married in Portland town
Had children one, two, three
Yes I did, yes I did, yes I did
They sent them away to war
Ain't got no kids no more
No I ain't, no I ain't, no I ain't
I was born in Portland town
I was born in Portland town
DEPORTEES
(Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)
words by Woody Guthrie, music by Martin Hoffman
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills
Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves
The radio tells me they're just deportees
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys we died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river we died just the same
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil
and be called by no name except "deportee"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Que sont mes amis devenus
Que j'avais de si près tenus
Et tant aimés
Ils ont été trop clairsemés
Je crois le vent les a ôtés
L'amour est morte
Ce sont amis que vent emporte
Et il ventait devant ma porte
Les emporta
Avec le temps qu'arbres défeuille
Quand il ne reste en branche feuille
Qui n'aille à terre
Avec pauvreté qui m'atterre
Qui de partout me fait la guerre
L'amour est morte
Ne convient pas que vous raconte
Comment je me suis mis à honte
En quelle manière
Que sont mes amis devenus
Que j'avais de si près tenus
Et tant aimés
Ils ont été trop clairsemés
Je crois le vent les a ôtés
L'amour est morte
Ce sont amis que vent emporte
Et il ventait devant ma porte
Les emporta
Pauvre sens et pauvre mémoire
M'a Dieu donné le roi de gloire
Et pauvre rente
Et droit au cul quand bise vente
Le vent me vient le vent m'évente
L'amour est morte
Le mal ne sait pas seul venir
Tout ce qui m'était à venir
M'est avenu
M'est avenu
Paso rioPaso fuentessiempre te encuentro lavando los colores de tu cara el agua los va llevandosi vas a la fuente no bebas el aguaque la envenenaron tus ojos de rana
Pal Of Mine
In the night, while you lay sleeping
Dreaming of your amber skies
Was a poor boy broken hearted
Listening to the winds that sigh
My little darling, oh how, I love you
How I love you, none can tell
In your heart you love another
Little darling, pal of mine
Many a day, with you I've rambled
Happiest hours, with you I've spent
For I had your heart forever
But I find it's only lent
There is just three things I wish for
That's my casket, shroud and grave
When I'm dead, don't weep for me
Just like those lips that you betrayed
Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed
Where we slept; now it's growing cold.
Jesse your face, in the place where we lay
By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
No I'm not scared; I wait for you
Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.
Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling
Your step; and I remember too.
All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey
And I still set a place on the table at noon
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
No I'm not scared; I wait for you
Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.
Jesse the spread on the bed,
It's like when you left, I kept it for you.
All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned
And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you.
We'll swallow the light on the stairs
I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares
Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home
The joys of love are but a moment long
The pain of love endures the whole life long
Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine
You brought me heaven right there when your eyes kissed mine
My love loves me, a world of wonder I see
A rainbow shines thru my window; my love loves me
And now he's gone like a dream that fades in the dawn
But the words stay locked in my heartstrings; my love loves me
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'on moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
J'ai toute quitte pour l'ingrate Sylvie
Elle me quit et me prend un autre amour
Tant qur cette eau coutera doucement
Vera a ruisseau qui bord la prairie
Je t'amerai, me repetait Sylvie
Mais l'eau coute encore elle a change portant
recorded by Joan Baez
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Seems we've been to heaven darling
Ah the sad wind blows
But I have lost my way my darling
Tell me how it goes
While the mist is rising darling
Ah the sad wind blows
Tell me how we met my darling
Tell me all you know
Well I am somewhat older darling
Ah the sad wind blows
And you are so much younger darling
That's the way it goes
And we looked so good together
Ah the sad wind blows
Out of all the summer flowers
I had picked the rose
Take me in your arms my darling
While the sad wind blows
Tell me that this pain will leave me
Tell me how it goes
Ah if this pain should ever leave me
Only heaven knows
© 1973, 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
ONE TOO MANY MORNINGS
words and music Bob Dylan
Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark.
As the night comes in a-fallin',
The dogs 'll lose their bark.
An' the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind,
For I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.
From the crossroads of my doorstep,
My eyes they start to fade,
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid.
An' I gaze back to the street,
The sidewalk and the sign,
And I'm one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.
It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good,
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good.
You're right from your side,
I'm right from mine.
We're both just too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind.
(Willie Nelson)
I live one day at a time
I dream one dream at a time
Yesterday's dead, and tomorrow is blind
and I live one day at a time.
Bet you're surprised to see me back at home,
You don't know how I miss you when you're gone
Don't ask how long I plan to stay
It never crossed my mind
cuz I live one day at a time.
I live one day at a time
I dream one dream at a time
Yesterday's dead, and tomorrow is blind
and I live one day at a time.
There's a swallow flyin' across a cloudy sky
Searchin' for a patch of sun so high
Don't ask how long I have to follow him,
Perhaps I won't in time
but I live one day at a time.
I live one day at a time
I dream one dream at a time
Yesterday's dead, and tomorrow is blind
and I live one day at a time.
And I live one day at a time.
Once I knew a pretty girl
I loved her as my life
I'd gladly give my heart and hand
To make her my wife
Ooh, to make her my wife
She took me by the hand
She led me to the door
She put her arms around me
Saying, "Please don't come no more"
Ooh, Please, come no more
Well, I'd not been gone
But about six months
When she did complain
And she wrote me a letter
Saying, "please come back again."
Ooh, Please, come again
So I sent her an answer
Just for to let her know
That no young man should venture
Where once he could not go
Ooh, Where once he could not go.
So come all you young lovers
Take a warning from me
And never hang your affections
On a green, growing tree
Ooh, on a green, growing tree
For the leaves they will wither
Roots will decay
And the beauty of a young girl
Will soon fade away
Ooh, will soon fade away
OLD WELSH SONG (Henry Treece)
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!
My Home's Across The Blue Ridge Mountains
By: Doc Watson
I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning
Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning
Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore
My home's across this Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore
(Break)
How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
While I never expect to see you anymore
(Break)
Rockin' feet my baby candy
Rockin' feet my baby candy
Rockin' feet my baby candy
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore
(Chorus)
(Break)
How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
When I never expect to see you anymore
(Chorus)
Traditional
Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue,
Had an old dog and his name was Blue.
Had an old dog and his name was Blue...
Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too...
"Here old Blue"
"Good dog you"
Well, I shouldered my axe and I tooted my horn,
Went to find 'possum in the new-grown corn.
Old Blue treed and I went to see,
Blue had 'possum up a tall oak tree.
Mmm, boy I roast'd 'possum, nice and brown,
Sweet po-ta-toes, n' all a-round...
And to say "Here old Blue (here-boy)
You can have some too"
Now, Old Blue died and he died so hard,
Made a big dent in my back-yard.
Dug his grave with a silver spade,
Lowered him down with a link of chain.
Ev-er-y link I did call his name...
Singing "Here…old...Blue-ue...
"Good dog you"
Now, when I get to heaven, first thing I'll do.
When I get to heaven, first thing 'awm do.
When I get to heaven first thing I'll do,
Pull out my horn and call old Blue...
I'll say, "Here Old Blue come-on dog"
"Good dog you."
I'll say, "Here Blue-e"
"I'm a coming there too"
"Down boy... good dog"
Oh, what a beautiful city
Oh, what a beautiful city
Oh, what a beautiful city
Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
And it's oh, what a beautiful
Oh Lord, what a beautiful city
Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
There's three gates in the East
There's three gates in the West
There's three gates in the North
There's three gates in the South
That makes twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
And it's oh, what a beautiful
Oh Lord, what a beautiful city
Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
Oh Lord, what a beautiful city
Oh Lord, what a beautiful city
Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
If you see my dear old mother
Won't you do this favor for me
Won't you please tell my mother
To meet me in Galilee
Well, it's twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
Oh Lord, what a beautiful
Yeah
Oh Lord, what a beautiful
Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
God Almighty!
What you talkin' 'bout?
Oh, Lordy
Whoo!
Oh Lord, what a beautiful
Whoa!
Oh Lord, what a beautiful city
Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
Oh Lord, what a beauty
Whoa!
Oh Lord, what a beauty
Twelve gates to the city, hallelujah
MINISTER OF WAR (translated form the Chinese by Arthur Waley)
Minister of War, we are the king's claws and fangs.
Why should you roll us on from misery to misery,
giving us no place to stop in or take rest?
Minister of War, we are the king's claws and teeth.
Why should you roll us from misery to misery,
Giving us no place to come and stay?
Minister of War, surely you are not wise.
Why should you roll us from misery to misery?
We have mothers who lack food
sube a nacer conmigo, hermano
Dame la mano desde la profunda zona de tu dolor diseminado
no volverás del fondo de las rocas
no volverás del tiempo subterráneo
no volverá tu voz endurecida
no volverán tus ojos taladrados
yo vengo a hablar por vuestra boca muerta
a través de la tierra juntad todos los silenciosos labios derramados
y desde el fondo habladme toda esta larga noche
como si estuviera con vosotros anclado
contadme todo, cadena a cadena, eslabón a eslabón, y paso a paso
afilad los cuchillos que guardasteis
ponedlos en mi pecho y en mi mano
como un rio de rayos amarillos
como un rio de tigres enterrados
y dejadme llorar horas ,días, años, edades ciegas, siglos estelares
dadme el silencio, el agua, la esperanza,
dadme la lucha, el hierro, los volcanes
apegadme los cuerpos como imanes
acudid a mis venas y a mi boca
hablad por mis palabras y mi sangre
estribillo: (chorus)
no, no, no nos moveran!no, no nos moverán!
como un árbol firme junto al rio
no nos moverán.
unidos en la lucha, no nos moverán
unidos en la lucha, no nos moverán
como un árbol firme junto al rio
no nos moverán
no,no, no nos moverán! no, no, no nos moverán!
como un árbol firme junto al rio
no nos moverán
unidos en la huelga, no, no, no nos moverán!
unidos en la huelga, no, no, no nos moverán!
como un árbol firme junto al rio
no nos moverán, no nos moverán!
No man is an island,
No man stands alone,
Each man's joy is joy to me,
Each man's grief is my own.
We need one another,
So I will defend,
Each man as my brother,
Each man as my friend.
I saw the people gather,
I heard the music start,
The song that they were singing,
Is ringing in my heart.
No man is an island,
Way out in the blue,
We all look to the one above,
For our strength to renew.
When I help my brother,
Then I know that I,
Plant the seed of friendship,
That will never die.
Take me to the station
Put me on a train
I've got no expectations
To pass through here again
Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before
Your heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls to swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind
Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love was like our music
Its here, and then its gone
So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
I thought you would go then come back home
I thought the cold would leave by summer
But my quiet nights will be spent alone
You said there would be warm love in spring-time
That was when you started to be cold
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find myself all alone
You said then you'd be the life in autumn
Said you'd be the one to show the way
I never dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer
But now I find my love has gone away
La Llorona
Todos me dicen el negro, llorona
negro pero cariñoso
Yo soy como el chile verde, llorona
picante pero sabroso.
Ay! de mi, llorona
llorona de ayer y hoy
ayer maravilla fui, llorona
y ahora ni sombra soy
Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona
porque no me ven llorar
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido, llorona
y es mas grande su penar
Ay! de mi, llorona
llorona de azul celeste
y aunque la vida me cuesta, llorona
no dejare de quererte
Mary Hamilton
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I put him in a tiny boat
And cast him out to sea
That he might sink or he might swim
But he'd never come back to me
Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow town
This night we'll go and see
She put not on her robes of black
Nor her robes of brown
But she put on her robes of white
To ride into Glasgow town
And as she rode into Glasgow town
The city for to see
The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife
Cried Alack and alas for thee
You need not weep for me she cried
You need not week for me
For had I not slain my own wee babe
This death I would not dee
Oh little did my mother think
When first she cradled me
The lands I was to travel in
And the death I was to dee
Last night I washed the Queen's feet
And put the gold in her hair
And the only reward I find for this
The gallows to be my share
Cast off cast off my gown she cried
But let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin round my face
The gallows I would not see
Then by them come the king himself
Looked up with a pitiful eye
Come down come down Mary Hamillton
Tonight you will dine with me
Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege
And let your folly be
For if you'd a mind to save my life
You'd never have shamed me here
Last night there were four marys
tonight there'll be but three
T'was Mary Beaton nd Mary Seton
And Mary Carmichael and me.
Mary Call, Mary Call
You never stumble, you never fall
Silver stars and lilies call
For the yearning of the young one
Named Mary Call
She's the treasure of the mountains
And the dearest one of all.
Papa's gone and mama too
This life has been quite cruel to you
But spirit took you from the start
It made you brave and it gave you heart
Brothers and sisters by your side
You worked so hard that the earth took pride
It gave you sage, wild thyme and rue
To earn your keep, to pull you through.
Mary Call, Mary Call
You stand so straight and you stand so tall
Winds will sweep and rivers fall
For the yearning of the young one
Named Mary Call
She's the treasure of the mountains
And the dearest one of all.
When you finally met despair
A kindly man came to your care
He held you in his arms and said
Just dry your eyes and rest your head
Too tired to argue or protest
You realized you'd done your best
There'll be a place for you somewhere
To tie bright ribbons through your hair.
Mimi Farina
Copyright©1973 Almo Music Corp./Chandos Music
Dioste ha dado la gracia del cielo Maria Dolores
Yen tus ojos, en vez de miradas hay rayos de sol
Dejame que te cante morena de mis amores
Un Bolero que ensalce tu garboque estan espanol, Ole ole!
Te mueves mejor que las olas
Y tienes la garcia del cielo la noche en tu
Pelo mujer espanola, Ole,ole!
Tus ojos son tan pintu reros
Que cuando los miro de cerca prendido
en su embrujo soy su prisionero
Ole,ole!
Envida te tienen las fiores
Que lievas esencia en tu en
Trana del aire de Espana Maria Dolores
Ole,ole!
Par linda graciosa te quiero
En vez de decirte piropos Maria Dolores
Te canto un Bolero
Ole, ole, ole!
Manhã de Carnaval / Te Ador
(Luiz Bonfã / Antonio De Maria)
Ladi, lalala, lalala, ladi lalala, lalala.
Ladalalala, ladadadidada, ladadidada, ladadadi.
Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada
Lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala.
Manhã tão bonita manhã
Te um dia feliz que chegou.
O sol ne céu surgiu,
e em cada cor brilhou
Voltou o son ho então ao coração.
Depois deste dia feliz,
não sei se outro dia havea
e´ nossa a manhã, tão bela afina!
Manhã de carnaval.
Canta o meu coração, a alegria voltou,
Tão feliz a manhã desse amor.
Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada
lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala.
Te Ador
(Traditional)
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
La la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la.
La la la, la la la, lalalalalalala,
La la la la la la, la la la la.
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado,
porque se mina gente tatuado.
Bob Dylan
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like fire like ice
People carry roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, read deep quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night wind blows cold n' rainy
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me?
How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down
To a place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little to do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space
You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose
From the bouquet in our hotel
And lay down beside me again and I watched the rose
On the pillow where it fell
I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care
To know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there
The hours for once they passed slowly, unendingly by
Like a sweet breeze on a field
Your gentleness came down upon me and I guess I thanked you
When you caused me to yield
We spoke not a sentence and took not a footstep beyond
Our two days together which seemingly soon would be gone
Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams
I don't want to hear
Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other
From a lifetime of cares
Because if love means forever, expecting nothing returned
Then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn
Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder
How they could belong to me
And I gave you only my dark eyes that melted your soul down
To a place where it longs to be
 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly
Sailing for the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low
Sean Rouse the skipper from the church of Crook
Piery keeps log for his father
Crew all from Bannow, Fethard and the Hook
Sailing for the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low
Ready with priming we'd our galliot gun
Muskets and pikes in good order
We should be riddled captives would be none
Death or else the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Death or else the lowlands low
A pirate approached us many leagues from shore
We fought and we sunk him in good order
He'll go a-roving plundering no more
Sailing for the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low
We smuggled out the Wild Geese weapons safe ashore
Then we unloaded our cargo
A fair wind is blowing we're headed for Dunmore
Sailing from the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing from the lowlands low
The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing from the lowlands low
If I knew where the wild dove flew
I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you
They say you're not a brave man, hardly a man at all
You would not shoot the wild things, like brave men in the fall
Mmmm mm
If I knew where calypso grew
I would not tell the ladies, but I would tell you
You would not take the flower, for money or for love
And harvesting the petal, as you would not shoot the dove
Mmmm mm
If I knew where our green love grew
I would not tell the others, but I would tell you
For 'though the world may call you craven, I know it is not true
And 'though a sword may hang between us, my songs are all for you
Mmmm mm
Llegó con tres heridas:
la del amor,
la de la muerte,
la de la vida.
Con tres heridas viene:
la de la vida,
la del amor,
la de la muerte
Con tres heridas yo:
la de la vida,
la de la muerte,
la del amor.
Llegó con tres heridas:
la del amor,
la de la muerte,
la de la vida.
Con tres heridas viene:
la de la vida,
la del amor,
la de la muerte.
Con tres heridas yo:
la de la vida,
la de la muerte,
la del amor.
Been a slave most all my life
So's my kids, and so's my wife
I've been working on the Colonel's farm
Ain't been mistreated, ain't done no harm
I'll be a slave to my grave
No need of me being free
Recollect when I was just fourteen
Freedom used to be my biggest dream
I'm older now, lot wiser too
If I was free what would I do
The Colonel's been right good to me
He's taken care of my family
The Colonel rode the buggy in from town
Hitched the horse and called us all around
Said he couldn't keep us here no more
I saw a tear as he walked toward the door
Oh Dear God, what did he say?
Now I am free to go my way
I Wonder as I Wander (Words & Music John Jacob Niles)
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall.
If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing
He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King
Song Title: Lonesome Road
Artist(Band): Joan Baez
Look up and down that lonesome road,
hang down your head and cry - my Lord!
hang down your head and cry
They say all good friends must part sometimes
why not you and I (my Lord)
why not you and I
I wish to the Lord that I've never been born,
or died when I was a baby, my Lord!
or died when I was a baby
I would've not been here eating this cold cold bread
and supping this salty gravy, my Lord!
and supping this salty gravy
I wish to the Lord that I've never seen your face,
heard your lying tongue, my Lord!
heard your lying tongue
So look up and down that lonesome road,
all our friends have gone, my Lord!
and you and I must go
Look up and down that lonesome road,
hang down your head and cry - my Lord!
hang down your head and cry
The festival was over, the boys were all planning for a fall,
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall.
The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down,
Anyone with any sense had already left town.
He was standing in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts.
He moved across the mirrored room, Set it ‘em for everyone, he said,
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he moved their heads.
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin,
Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts.
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs,
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair.
Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide,
A gentle breeze was blowing, you could feel it from inside.
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts.
Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine,
He made his usual entrance lookin' oh so dandy and so fine.
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place,
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste.
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts.
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town,
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown.
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear,
Sorry, darlin', that I'm late, but he didn't seem to hear.
He was staring into space over at the Jack of Hearts.
I know I've seen that face before, Big Jim was thinkin' to himself,
Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf.
But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him,
Staring at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts.
Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child,
She did whatever she had to do, it was a kind of a flash every time she smiled.
She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere.
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts.
The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined,
The drilling in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind.
It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring
And nothin' would ever come between Lily and the king.
No, nothing ever would ‘cept maybe the Jack of Hearts.
Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife,
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife.
She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide,
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died.
She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts.
Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away.
Has your luck run out? she laughed at him, Well, I guess you must
have known it would someday.
Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint,
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts.
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair.
There's something funny going on, I know, I can just feel it in the air.
He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk,
And the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk.
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts.
Lily's had her arms around the man that she dearly loved to touch,
She forgot all about the man she hated, who hounded her so much.
I've missed you so, she said to him, and he felt she was sincere,
But just beyond the door he felt jealousy and fear.
Just another night in the life of the Jack of Hearts.
No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick,
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked.
And Big Jim was standin' there, you couldn't say surprised,
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes.
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts.
Two doors down and the boys finally made it through the wall
Cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul.
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business back in town.
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts.
Well the next day was hangin' day, and the sky was overcast and black,
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back.
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink,
The hangin' judge was sober, Lord, he hadn't had a drink.
The only person on the scene missing was the Jack of Hearts.
The cabaret was quiet now, a sign said, Closed for repair,
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair.
She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw,
Thinkin' about Rosemary and thinkin' about the law.
But, most of all she was thinkin' about the Jack of Hearts.
She was a lass from the low country
And he was a lord of high degree
And she loved his lordship so tenderly
Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
And she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
But herself and God
One day when the show was on the mead
He passed her by on a milk white steed
She waited as he passed but he paid no heed
Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
And she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
But herself and God
So if you be a lass from the low country
Don't love no lord of high degree
For they ain't got no heart or sympathy
Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
And you sleep in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
Nobody knows you loved him
But yourself and God
Arrangement by Joan Baez
When first I came to Louisville
Some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from Lexington
Was pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips
Like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Flora
The Lily Of The West
I courted lovely Flora
Some pleasure there to find
She turned unto another man
Which sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty
Deprived me of my rest
Still I love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West
Down in yonder shady grove
A man of lowly breed
Conversing with my Flora there
It seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him
It sure did me oppress
I was betrayed by Flora
The Lily Of The West
I stepped up to my rival
My dagger in my hand
I grabbed him by the collar and
I boldly made him stand
Being mad to desperation I pierced him in the breast
All for my lovely Flora
The Lily Of The West
I had to stand my trial
I had to make my plea
They placed me in the criminal box
And then commenced on me
Although she swore my life away
Deprived me of my rest
And I still love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shines until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary sings to me
There will be no sorrow, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be no sorrow, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Let it be, let it be.
There will be no sorrow, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Let it be, let it be.
There will be no sorrow, let it be
I am less than the song I am singing
I am more than I thought I could be
Spent some time as a child in day dreaming
As a young one I sailed on the sea
So come stand by my side where I am going
Take my hand if I stumble to fall
It's the strength that you share when your growing
That gives me what I need most of all
That gives me what I need most of all
Diffrent minds, diffrent ways
Diffrent reasons to believe
Some far journeyswe have taken
Some sweet dreams we've had to leave
And I want you to be happy
And I hope you always will
Or I cannot rest easy
Till all your dreams are real
Till all your dreams are real
Cada madre agobiada ya descansara,
y en nuestros brazos, sus criaturas, reposaran,
cuando el sol se pone, sobre el campo, amor y musica les brindaremos,
y las madres cansadas, ya, descansara.
Los trabajadores dolientes, de la tierra,
otra vez el himno tan resonante, cantaran,
ya no seremos los pobres! Ya nos viviremos en esclavitud,
y los trabajadores luego, cantaran.
Cuando los soldados, sus garitas, dejaran,
Y en las trincheras sus uniformes quemaran,
O mi general, tus fieles tropas, ya se abran olvidado de ti,
Y la gente del mundo ya, descansara!
He came from his palace grand
He came to my cottage door
His words were few but his looks
Will linger for evermore
The look in his sad dark eyes
More tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
There in her garden she stands
All dressed in fine satin and lace
Lady Mary so cold and so strange
In her heart she could find no place.
He knew I would be his bride
With a kiss for a lifetime fee
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
Now in his palace grand
On a flower strewn bed he lies
His beautiful lids are closed
On his sad dark beautiful eyes
And among the mourners who mourn
Why should I a mourner be
For I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
For I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drill
To kill and to be killed
Stood waiting by the train
Why the orders loud and hoarse
Why the engine's groaning cough
As it strains to drag us all
Into the holocaust
Why crowds who sing and cry
And shout and fling us flowers
And trade their rights for ours
To murder and to die
CHORUS
The dove has torn her wing(s?)
So no more songs of love
We are not here to sing
We're here to kill the dove
Why must this moment come
When childhood has to die
When hope shrinks to a sigh
And speech into a drum
Why are they pale and still
Young boys trained over night
Concripts payed to kill
And dressed in gray to fight
These rainclouds massing tight
This train load battle bound
This moving burial ground
Goes thundering to the night
CHORUS
Why statues towering grave
Above the last defeat
Old words and lies repeat
Across a new made grave
And why the same still birds
That victory always brought
These hours of glory bought
By men with mounds of earth
Dead ash without a spark
Where cities used to be
Where guns probe every spark
And crush it into dust
CHORUS
And while your face undone
With jagged lines of tears
That gave in those first years
All the peace I'd ever want
Your body in the gloom
The platform fading back
Your shadow on the track
A flower upon a tomb
And why these days ahead
When I must let you cry
And live prepared to die
And to....
Chorus
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya,
someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaja.
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya,
someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's sleeping Lord, Kumbaya,
someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
(Joan Baez)
Kitty
(C)Out in the wide world Kitty, (G)pretty (C)Kitty.
(C)Out in the wide world Kitty, (F)far a (G)cross the (C)sea.
My (F)Kitty sailed a (C)way from me, to (G)strange and distant (C)lands,
And (F)when I asked (C)a goodbye kiss, she (Amin)said "Oh (D)no shake (G)ha- a - (G7)ands".
Out in the wide world Kitty, pretty Kitty.
Out in the wide world Kitty, far across the sea.
When Kitty left she said she'd write, He promised her the same.
But his address somehow got lost, and she forgot his name.
Out in the wide world Kitty, pretty Kitty.
Out in the wide world Kitty, far across the sea.
Just A Closer Walk With Thee
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
When my feeble life is o'er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.
Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he.
"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe" says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man"
Says Joe "I didn't die"
Says Joe "I didn't die"
And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe "What they can never kill
went on to organize,
went on to organize"
From San Diego up to Maine,
in every mine and mill,
where working-men defend there rights,
it's there you find Joe Hill,
it's there you find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk
In their white starched dresses
In their pitiful white dresses
On their foreheads and breasts the little round holes where death came in as thunder while they were playing their important summer games
Do not weep for them, Madre
They are gone forever, the little ones
Straight to heaven to the saints
And God will fill the bullet holes with candy
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind you, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
Oh, it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Go away from my window, leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe, I'm not the one you need.
You say you're looking for someone, never weak but always strong,
to protect you and defend you, whether you are right or wrong.
Someone to open each and every door.
But it ain't me, babe, no, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
it ain't me you're looking for, babe.
Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down.
You say you're looking for someone, who will promise never to part.
Someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart.
Someone who will die for you and more. + CHORUS
Go, melt back in the night, babe, everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving, and anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone,
who'll pick you up each time you fall.
To gather flowers constantly, and to come each time you call.
A love of your life and nothing more. + CHORUS
(Joan Baez)
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Llegó con tres heridas
la del amor,
la de la muerte,
la de la vida.
Con tres heridas viene
la de la vida,
la del amor,
la de la muerte.
Con tres heridas yo:
la de la vida,
la de la muerte,
la del amor.
If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?
See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onlyness,
Come give me your tomorrow
If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, Yes I would, I'd put you above me"
And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding,
Would you see it written on my face? I'm here for the finding.
See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onlyness,
Come give me your tomorrow
If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
sighing around my heart o'er the fond hopes that die.
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for her lost love that comes not again.
I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low,
nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling;
it's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
I SHALL BE RELEASED
words and music Bob Dylan
They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released
I SAW THE VISION OF ARMIES (Walt Whitman)
I saw the vision of armies;
and I saw, as in noiseless dreams, hundreds of battle-flags,
borne through the smoke of the battles and pierced with missiles, I saw them,
and carried, hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody;
and at last but a few shreds of 'the flags left on the staffs, (and all in silence,)
and the staffs all splintered and broken.
I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,
and the white skeletons of young men, I saw them;
I saw the debris and debris of all dead soldiers,
But I saw they were not as was thought;
they themselves were fully at rest, they suffered not;
the living remained and suffered, the mother suffered,
and the wife and the child and the musing comrade suffered,
and the armies that remained suffered..
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.
And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won't bark,
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
There is a house in New Orleans,
they call the rising sun.
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one.
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
my father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I'd have been at home today,
but I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray.
Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done,
to spend their lives in sin and misery
in the house of the rising sun.
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun.
(The Animals)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song
Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square
It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there
There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me
Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea
And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild
Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me
Instead of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me
And if we had used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run
Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the middle one.
The screen door kept the demons in as we moved from town to town
It's hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown
And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door
Why do you carry the weight, she said, of the world and maybe more?
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line
My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine
And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes and didn't believe in hell
Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well
They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all
I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall
One preacher said sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got
And the next one said be good on earth, you've another life at the feet of God
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
My father turned down many a job just to give us something real
It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals
And mama kept the budget book, she kept the garden, too
Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too
But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know
Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told
And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong
Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
Now father's going to India sometime in the fall
They tried to stay together but you just can't do it all
I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair
Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare
And if he goes to India I'll miss him most of all
He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's call
And mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong
And I'll say a prayer for both of them and sing them both my song
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
In south carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
At most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring
But now when I'm lonesome
I always pretend
That I'm gettin' the feel of
Hickory wind
It's a hard way to find out
That trouble is real
In a far away city
With a far away feel
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
Keeps callin' me home
Hickory wind
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three,
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
should go, should go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.
The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all the three;
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea,
Salt sea, salt sea.
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a short winter's day,
Before he espied a stout lofty ship,
lofty ship, lofty ship,
Come abibing down on him straight way.
Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin,
What makes you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town,
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?
Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin,
That thing it never could be,
For I am turned robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, salt sea.
For to maintain my two brothers and me.
Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give you a full canon ball,
canon ball, canon ball,
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.
Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail,
Nor bring our ship under your lee,
And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods,
merchant goods, merchant goods
Nor point our bold guns to the sea.
Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave to her the deathshot,
the deathshot, the deathshot,
And straight to the bottom went she.
Bad news, bad news, to old England came,
Bad news to fair London Town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away,
cast away, cast away,
And all of her merry men drown'd.
Take the ribbon from my hair
Shake it lose and let it fall
Layin soft upon your skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my side
Till the early morning light
All I'm taking is your time
Help me make it through the night
I don't care who's right or wrong
I don't try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord tonight I need a friend
Yersterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight
It's so sad to be alone
Help me make it trough the night
I don't care who's right or wrong
I don't try to understand
Let the devil take tomorrow
Lord tonight I need a friend
Yersterday is dead and gone
And tomorrow's out of sight
It's so sad to be alone
Help me make it trough the night
Heaven help the child who never had a home
Heaven help the girl who walks the streets alone
Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall
Heaven help us all
Heaven help the black man if he struggles one more day
Heaven help the white man if he turns his back away
Heaven help the people with their backs against the wall
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all,
Heaven help us, Lord, hear our call when we call, heaven help us all
Heaven help the boy who won't reach twenty-one
Heaven help the man who gave that boy a gun
Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all
Heaven help us, Lord, hear our call when we call, heaven help us all
Now I lay me down before I go to sleep
In this troubled world, I pray the Lord to keep,
Keep hatred from the mighty, and the mighty from the small
Heaven help us all
Heaven help us all, Heaven help us all,
Heaven help us, Lord, hear our call when we call, heaven help us all
(Jose Marti – Hector Angulo & Pete Seeger)
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Yo soy un hombre sincero,
De donde crece la palma,
Yo soy un hombre sincero,
De donde crece la palma,
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Mi verso es de un verde claro,
Y de un carmin encenidido,
Mi verso es de un verde claro,
Y de un carmin encenidido,
Mi verso es un cierro herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Con los pobres de la tierra,
Quiero yo mi suerte echar,
Con los pobres de la tierra,
Quiero yo mi suerte echar,
El arroyo de la sierra,
Me complace mas que el mar.
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira Guantanamera
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing
Tho' the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I wake and look around me
To the cold gray wall that surround me
And then I realize that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, we'll all be together in the shade of that old oak tree
I have the news to bring
And that is why I sing
All my joy with you I'll share
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
And go sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
I can hardly wait
I know I won't be late
I'll spend my time in prayer
And when the ship comes in, I'll leave this world of sin
And go sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
If you are ashamed of me
You ought not to be
And you'd better have a care
If too much fault you find you'll sure be left behind
When I'm sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
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instrumental
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
And may you stay forever young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
And may you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
May your song always be sung
And may you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
Glad bluebird of happiness
C E
I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going
d G C
A heavy pack upon my back, burly good with inner sad of lonliness
C E
When fluttered by this bird of blue, he said I´ll tell you what I ´ll do
d G G7>>
Since you seem to be so sad, I will try and be your glad..
C
bluebird of happiness
F C
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
G C
bound for places, I am not known to.
C E
I decided to follow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then
d G
blown foggy by the wind a paced,as from shore to shore we race,
C
move from place to place
E
The moon is hot, the stars are cold. I´ve been there, thats how I know
d
I´ve touched the desert sunsets coat
G G7>> C
placed to dove the melted snows of Kilimanjaro
F C
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
G C
found the places, I am not known to.
C E
I´ll follow that bird untill he dies and when he does then so will I,
d G
I know I ´ll never be the same, LiFe to me is bound to change
C
when that ends the chase
C E
I lift his body from the sea, let him dry in a trade wind breeze
d G G7>>>
find some merry christmas views, wrap them up and give them to you
G4 C
my bluebird of happiness
F C
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
G C
found the places, I am not known to.
I want to sleep the dream of the apples
To withdraw from the tumult of cemeteries
I want to sleep the dream of that child
Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood
That the putrid mouth goes on asking for water
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass
Nor of the moon with the serpent's mouth that labors before dawn
I want to sleep a while
A while, a minute, a century
But all must know that I have not died
That there is a stable of gold in my lips
That I am the small friend of the west wind
That I am the immense shadow of my tears
Cover me at dawn with a veil
Because dawn will throw fists full of ants at me
And wet with hard water my shoes
So that the pincers of the scorpion slide
For I want to sleep the dream of the apples
To learn a lament that will cleanse me of the earth
For I want to live with that dark child
Who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas
If you ever lived in a ghetto
And maybe at the close of your day
On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox
From the neighborhood cafe
Well, in the noon you may hear the neighbors fussing
When a kid breaks a window-pane
In the night, in the night you may be wakened
By the outbound train
Well, the rich folks they own the big city
And they down us who living the way we do
But when you're born a child of a poor man
You know the ghetto is the only place for you
Well, if there's such a thing as revolution
And there will be if we rise to the call
When we build, we build, we build, we build the new Jerusalem
There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all
As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie.
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady.
Go bridle me my milk white steed,
Go bridle me my pony,
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of my Geordie.
Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf,
He never hurted any,
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer,
And he sold them in Bohenny.
Two pretty babies have I born,
The third lies in my body,
I'd freely part with them every one
If you'd spare the life of Geordie.
The judge looked over his left shoulder,
He said fair maid I'm sorry
He said fair maid you must be gone
For I cannot pardon Geordie.
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many,
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny.
Fennario
C Am F C
As we marched down to Fennario,
C Em Am Em
As we marched down to Fennario,
F Em C Am
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove.
F C
They call her by name pretty Peggy-o.
C Am F C
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
C Em Am Em
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
F Em C Am
What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink,
F C
The soldiers all marchin' before you-o?
C Am F C
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o.
C Em Am Em
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o.
F Em C Am
In a carriage you will ride with your true love by your side,
F C
As fair as any maiden in the are-o.
C Am F C
Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-o.
C Em Am Em
Come skippin' down the stair, pretty Peggy-o.
F Em C Am
Come skippin' down the stair combin' back your yellow hair,
F C
And bid farewell to sweet William-o.
C Am F C
Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o.
C Em Am Em
Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o.
F Em C Am
Sweet William is dead, and he died for a maid,
F C
The fairest maid in the are-o.
C Am F C
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o.
C Em Am Em
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o.
F Em C Am
If ever I return all your cities I will burn,
F C
Destroying all the ladies in the are-o.
F C
Destroying all the ladies in the are-o.
(L. Cohen)
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
TELL ME you're building your house deep in the desert
Are you living for nothing now, hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, Jane came by with a lock of your hair
SAID you gave it to her
That night when you planned to go clear,OH
Did you ever go clear?
WELL, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
STOOD IN the station AND MET every train
But she never SHOWED up I'm Lili Marlene
And you treated some woman to a flake of your life
When she got home she was nobody's wife.
YES, I see you there with a rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you oh what can I tell you
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad that you stood in my way.
And if you ever come by here, be it for Jane or for me
I want you to know your enemy's sleeping, I want you to know your woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so WE never really tried,OH.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
SAID you gave it to her
That night when you planned to go clear
Sincerely, a friend
Album: Joan Baez (1960)
(traditional)
Oh fare thee well, I must be gone
And leave you for awhile
Wherever I go, I will return
If I go ten thousand miles
If I go, if I go, if I go ten thousand miles
Oh, ten thousand miles it is so far
To leave me here alone
Well, I may lie, lament and cry
And you'll, you'll not hear my mourn,
And you'll, no you'll, and you'll not hear my mourn
Oh, the crow that is so black, my love
Will change his color white
If ever I should prove false to thee
The day, day will turn to night
Yes, the day, oh the day, yes the day will turn to night
Oh, the rivers never will run dry
For the rocks melt with the sun
I'll never prove false to the boy I love
Till all, all these things be done
Till all, till all, till all these things be done
(Poema de Fernando Alegría, con
música de Rolando Alarcón. De Chile)
Las cinco ya van a dar
Las cinco de la mañana
abreme la puerta mi alma
que he ganado una batalla
que he ganado una batalla
y herido ya el sol se asoma
te busco en la madrugada
dáme tu pecho, paloma.
Dáme tu pecho, paloma
sin olvidar bien amada
flor que no se abre a su dueño
se apaga en la madrugada
al filo de un esquinazo
como el lucero en tu almohada
paloma y tú entre mis brazos.
Palomita entre mis brazos
punteando se viene el alba
oye el rumor de las armas
que ya suenan los balazos
que ya suenan los balazos
escucha lo que yo siento
no vuela la alondra en vano
si en brazos la lleva el viento.
This song in Greek is sung by Ted Alevizos, not by Joan Baez. It is recorded
on the album "Folksingers 'Round Harvard Square: Joan Baez, Bill Wood and Ted
Alevizos" (1959).
Astrapsen i anatoli ("The Sun Is Risen")
Astrapsen i anatoli
Kouna paramana to paidi
Astrapsen i anatoli
Kouna paramana to paidi
Kai vrontise i disi
Kouna to paidi
Min tixei kai ksipnisei
Mi min tixei kai ksipnisei
Kouna to paidi
Mine tixei kai ksipnisei
Astrapsen i anatoli
Kouna paramana to paidi
Astrapsen i anatoli
kouna paramana to paidi
Kai vrontise i disi
Kouna to paidi
Min tixei kai ksipnisei
Mi min tixei kai ksipnisei
Kouna to paidi
Mine tixei kai ksipnisei
Astrapsen i anatoli
Kouna paramana to paidi
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
Where a wedding has been lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that
She keeps in a jar by the door who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon
That no one will hear no one comes near
Look at him working darning his socks in the night
When there's nobody there what does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name, nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave, no one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Rossinyol, que vas a França, rossinyol,
encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol,
d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.
Encomane'm a la mare, rossinyol,
i a mon pare no pas gaire, rossinyol,
d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.
Perquè m'ha mal maridada, rossinyol,
a un pastor me n'ha dada, rossinyol,
d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.
Que em fa guardar la ramada, rossinyol,
he perduda l'esquellada, rossinyol,
d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.
Jo t'he de donar per paga, rossinyol,
un pet'o i una abraçada, rossinyol,
d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.
Rossinyol, que vas a França, rossinyol,
encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol,
d'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.
Take me to heart
And I will love you
And nobody can make me do wrong
But take me for granted
Leaving love unshown
It makes the will power weak
And temptation a throng
A woman's only human
This you should understand
She's not just a plaything
She's flesh and blood
Just like a man
CHORUS
If you want a do right all day woman
You have to be a do right all night man
They say this is a man's world
But you can't prove that by me
And as long as we're together baby
Show a little respect for me
CHORUS
A woman's only human
This you should understand
She's not just a plaything
She's flesh and blood
Just like her man
CHORUS
CHORUS
Dear landlord, please don't put a price on my soul
My burden is heavy, dear
And my dreams are beyond my control
Oh yes, they are
But when that steamboat whistle blows
Oh, honey I'm gonna give you everything I ever had to give, yeah
And I do hope that you can receive it well
I know that it must be dependin' on the way you feel that you live
Whoa, landlord, please heed these words that I try to speak
I know you must have suffered much
But honey you ain't alone, you ain't so unique
No no no, no no
All of us at times, I said, we might have worked too hard
Or too heavy, too fast and way too rushed, yeah
But everyone can fill their life with anything
You can look around, but baby, you just cannot touch
Whoa, my dear landlord, please don't you dismiss my case
I'm not about to argue with you
And honey I'll tell ya, I'm ain't gonna move to no other place
'Cause I just ain't gonna do it, no no no
Each of us must have our own special gift
Oh honey, don't you know that it's got to be true
And if you don't underestimate me, I'll tell you one thing
DE COLORES
De colores,
de colores se visten los campos en la primavera.
De colores,
de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera.
De colores,
de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores
me gustan a mÃ. (Repeat)
Canta el gallo,
canta el gallo con el quiri, quiri, quiri, quiri, qui,
la gallina,
la gallina con el cara, cara, cara, cara, cara,
los polluelos,
los polluelos con el pÃo, pÃo, pÃo, pÃo, pi.
y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores
me gustan a mÃ. (Repeat)
Di Da (Repeat through the whole song)
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Dicen que por las noches
Nomas se le iba en puro llorar,
Dicen que no comia,
Nomas se le iba en puro tomar,
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecia al oir su llanto;
Como sufrio por ella,
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... gemia,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
De pasion mortal... moria
Que una paloma triste
Muy de manana le va a cantar,
A la casita sola,Con sus puertitas de par en par,
Juran que esa paloma
No es otra cosa mas que su alma,
Que todavia la espera
A que regrese la desdichada
Cucurrucucu... paloma,
Cucurrucucu... no llores,
Las piedras jamas, paloma
!Que van a saber de amores!
Cucurrucucu... cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu... paloma, ya no llores
Perhaps it's the colour of the sun cut flat
And covering the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But Daddy, you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down, don't get upset,
I am not pleading or saying, "I can't forget you."
I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent,
But yet, Daddy, you been on my mind.
Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter who you're waking with tomorrow,
Daddy, you're just on my mind.
I am not asking you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I 'm not calling for you to go.
I'm just breathing to myself, pretending not that I don't know,
That Daddy, you been on my mind.
When you wake up in the morning, baby, look inside your mirror.
Oh you know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on her mind.
As someone who has had you on her mind
Get you a copper kettle
And get you a copper coil
Cover with new cut corn mash
And never more you'll toil
Chorus:
You just lay there by the juniper
While the moon is high
And watch them jugs a-fillin
In the pale moonlight
Build your fires of hickory
Hickory or ash or oak
Don't use no green or rotten wood
They'll catch you by the smoke
(Chorus)
My daddy he made whiskey
My granddaddy did too
We ain't paid no whiskey tax
Since Seventeen Ninety Two
(Chorus)
DE COLORES
De colores,
de colores se visten los campos en la primavera.
De colores,
de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera.
De colores,
de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores
me gustan a mÃ. (Repeat)
Canta el gallo,
canta el gallo con el quiri, quiri, quiri, quiri, qui,
la gallina,
la gallina con el cara, cara, cara, cara, cara,
los polluelos,
los polluelos con el pÃo, pÃo, pÃo, pÃo, pi.
y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores
me gustan a mÃ. (Repeat)
Ain't gonna let noboby turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let noboby turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.
Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.
Ain't gonna let no first-strike policy turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let no first-strike policy turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.
Ain't gonna let Indira Ghandi turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let Indira (how'd she get that name?) 'round...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.
Ain't gonna let that Henry Kissenger turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let that killer Kissenger turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around...
Keep on a-swingin'
Keep on a-singin'
Gonna build a brand new world.
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(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Infinity gives me chills
So could the waters of Iceland
But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust
And rhinestones in a dishpan
Miracles bowl me over
And often will they do so
Now I think I was asleep till I heard
The voice of the great Caruso
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
A friend of mine gave me a tape
She'd copied from a record disc
It was made at the turn of the century
And found in a jacket labeled "misc."
And midst cellos, harps, and flugelhorns
With the precision of a hummingbird's heart
Was the lord of the monarch butterflies
One-time ruler of the world of art
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
or Caruso in his prime
Yes, the king of them all was Enrico
Whose singular chest could rival
A hundred fervent Baptists
Giving forth in a tent revival
True he was a vocal miracle
But that's only secondary
It's the sould of the monarch butterfly
That I find a little bit scary
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
Perhaps he's just a vehicle
To bear us to the hills of Truth
That's Truth spelled with a great big T
And peddled in the mystic's booth
There are oh so many miracles
That the western sky exposes
Why go looking for lilacs
When you're lying in a bed of roses?
Bring infinity home
Let me embrace it one more time
Make it the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
A young gypsy fell out in a slumber
Heading north with a driver he knew
Someone he'd lived with and trusted
A young woman who trusted him too
That very same day the young gypsy
Had come from a farm in the west
Where the children had played throughout the heat of the day
Affording the gypsy no rest
And the gypsy's bones were weary
And the front seat looked secure
And the gypsy slept on until the sun it was gone
And the stars pierced the eyes of the girl at his side
The next morning's day would be Easter
He'd dress in his only fine shirt
And shuffle through clusters of strangers
With his gaze and his shoes in the dirt
And the woman who loved him would watch him
Protect him from curious stares
For the womenfolk tend to be friendly
And the gypsy's as young as he's fair
And the evening brought on laughter
And jars of bright red wine
And the gypsy drank some and the gypsy had fun
And his dancing got wild and the grandmothers smiled
Sleeping came easily after
In the arms of the woman that fold
Up the secrets and dreams of the gypsy
That will never be sought or be sold
In fact, they will never be told
For the gypsy is two years old
© 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
There's a man by my side walking
There's a voice within me talking,
There's a voice, within me saying,
Carry on, carry it on.
They will tell their empty stories,
Send their dogs to bite our bodies,
They will lock us up in prison,
Carry on, carry it on.
When you can't go on any longer,
Take the hand, hand of your brother,
Every victory brings another,
Carry it on, carry it on.
Carry on, carry it on.
Repeat 1st Verse
Carry it on, carry it on.
Love, oh, love, oh careless love
Love, oh, love, oh careless love
Love, oh, love, oh careless love
You see what love has done to me
I'd love my mama and papa too
I'd love my mama and papa too
I'd love my mama and papa too
I'd leave them both to go with you
What, oh what, will mama say
What, oh what, will mama say
What, oh what, will mama say
When she learns I've gone astray
Once I wore my apron low
Once I wore my apron low
Once I wore my apron low
I couldn't scarcely keep you from my door
Now my apron strings don't pin
Now my apron strings don't pin
Now my apron strings don't pin
You pass my door and you don't come i
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Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no.
Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah.
Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere.
Goin to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there
I see the town
Where we were born,
I see the place
We were raised,
I see all the things you wanted
That I never gave.
I see sadness,
I see sorrow,
I see pain in your face,
But I just can't see
A stranger in my place.
I can see now where we quarrelled,
I can see now I was wrong,
I can see where you might weaken
When I wasn't strong.
I see mem'ries of a love gone bad
That time cannot erase,
But I just can't see a stranger in my place.
No one seems to know you quite like I do,
No one knows the thigs that make you cry.
Looking back it seems
I never showed you,
And now I lay alone and wonder why.
I can see now
Where you might grow tired of dreams
That don't come true,
I can see where I have fallen short
Of the things I promised you.
I can see mow throug my tear filled eyes no love on your face,
I must get used to seein' strangers in my place.
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are something wond'rous fair
The purest eyes and the bravest hands.
I love the grass whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes
And if my love no more I see
my life would quickly fade away.
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair.
Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.
I love the grass whereon she stands
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair
Her face is something truly rare.
Oh I do love my love and so well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair
Alone, my life would be so bare.
I would sigh, I would weep,
I would never fall asleep
My love is 'way beyond compare
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair.
Be Not Too Hard
Be not too hard for life is short
And nothing is given to man.
Be not too hard when he is sold or bought,
For he must manage as best he can.
Be not too hard when he blindly dies
Fighting for things he does not own.
Be not too hard when he tells lies
Or if his heart is sometimes like a stone.
Be not too hard for soon he'll die,
Often no wiser than he began.
Be not too hard for life is short
And nothing is given to man.
And nothing is given to man.
VERSE 1 :
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has lost the fatefull lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on
CHORUS :
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on
VERSE 2 :
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
His truth is marching on
CHORUS
Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swelling,
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen.
He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling,
Saying you must come, to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen.
So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him did say
Young man I think you're dying.
He turned his face unto the wall
And death was in him welling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all
Be good to Barbara Allen.
When he was dead and laid in grave
She heard the death bells knelling
And every stroke to her did say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen.
Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died of love for me
And I will die of sorrow.
And father, oh father, go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday
And I will die tomorrow.
Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew a rose
Out of Barbara Allen's a briar.
They grew and grew in the old churchyard
Till they could grow no higher
At the end they formed, a true lover's knot
And the rose grew round the briar.
I ASKED MY LOVE TO TAKE A WALK,
TO TAKE A WALK, JUST A LITTLE WALK,
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,
DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OLD OHIO.
AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU'LL BE MINE
IN NO OTHERS ARMS ENTWINE,
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,
DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OLD OHIO.
I HELD A KNIFE AGAINST HER BREST
AS INO MY ARMS SHE PRESSED,
SHE CRIED, OH, WILLIE, DON'T MURDER ME,
I'M NOT PREPEARED FOR ETERNITY.
AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU'LL BE MINE
IN NO OTHERS ARMS ENTWINE
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW
DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OLD OHIO
I STARTED HOME 'TWEEN TWELVE AND ONE,
I CRIED, MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?
KILLED THE ONLY WOMAN I LOVED,
BECAUSE SHE WOULD NOT BE MY BRIDE.
AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU'LL BE MINE
IN NO OTHERS ARMS ENTWINE,
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,
DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OLD OHIO.
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)
My son, instead of crying be strong
Be brave and comfort your mother
Don't cry for the tears are wasted
Let not also the years be wasted
Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry
If mother wants to be distracted
From the sadness and the soulness
You take her for a walk
Along the quiet country
And rest beneath the shade of trees
Where here and there you gather flowers
Beside the music and the water
Is the peacefulness of nature
She will enjoy it very much
And surely you'll enjoy it too
But son, you must remember
Do not use it all yourself
But down yourself one little step
To help the weak ones by your side
Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry
The weaker ones that cry for help
The persecuted and the victim
They are your friends
And comrades in the fight
And yes, they sometimes fall
Just like your father
Yes, your father and Bartolo
They have fallen
And yesterday they fought and fell
But in the quest for joy and freedom
And in the struggle of this life you'll find
That there is love and sometimes more
Yes, in the struggle you will find
That you can love and be loved also
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you
I beg of you, do not cry
1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)
Father, yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame
And now I'll tell you what's against us
An art that's lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find
What's blackened all of history
Against us is the law
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the law!
Police know how to make a man
A guilty or an innocent
Against us is the power of police!
The shameless lies that men have told
Will ever more be paid in gold
Against us is the power of the gold!
Against us is racial hatred
And the simple fact that we are poor
My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don't be ashamed to tell my crime
The crime of love and brotherhood
And only silence is shame
With me I have my love, my innocence,
The workers, and the poor
For all of this I'm safe and strong
And hope is mine
Rebellion, revolution don't need dollars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, light and love
And care for every human being
You never steal, you never kill
You are a part of hope and life
The revolution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I look at the stars
That we are children of life
Death is small
1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)
Here's to you Nicholas and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph!
(repeated over and over)
Até amanhã
Até amanhã ou depois meu amor.
Sinto muito, não posso ficar.
O remédio melhor para nós dois,
Eu partir e você esperar
Babe, i'm gonna leave you
Tell you when i'm gonna leave you
leave you when ol'summer time,
summer comes a-rolling
leave you when ol'summer comes along
Babe, the highway is a-callin'
the old highway's a-callin'
callin'me to travel on, travel on out the Westward
callin'me to travel on alone
Babe,I'd like to stay here
you know I'd really like to stay here
my feet start goin'down,goin'down the highway
my feet start goin'down, goin'down alone
Babe,I got to ramble
You know I got to ramble
My feet start goin'down and I got to follow
my feet start goin'down, and I got to go
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Yesterday's newspapers forecast no rain for today
But yesterday's news is old news, the skies are all gray
Winter's in labor, soon to give birth to the spring
That will sprinkle the meadow with flowers for my Angeline
Heartache and sorrow and sadness unendingly find
Wings on a memory and with them she flies to my mind
She stretched her arms for a moment then went back to sleep
While the morning stood watching me ever so silently weep
She opened her eyes, Lord, the minute my feet touched the floor
The cold hard wood creaked with each step that I made to the door
There I turned to her gently and said to her, "Look, hon, it's spring"
Knowing outside the window, the winter looked for Angeline
Yesterday's newspapers forecast, no rain for today
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found,
was blind, but now I see.
't Was Grace that taught my heart to fear,
and Grace my fear relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear,
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
we have already come.
‘t Was Grace that brought us safe thus far,
Grace will lead us home.
When we've been there ten thousands years,
bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
than when we first begun.
Hushabye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, ye little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays,
All the pretty little horses
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Poor little baby crying ‘Mama’
The birds and the butterflies
Flutter ‘round his eyes
Poor little baby crying ‘Mama’
Hushabye, don't you cry
Go to sleep, ye little baby
Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over
The river of Jordan is chilly and cold
It chills the body but it warms the soul,
All my trials, Lord soon be over
I've got a little book with pages three,
And every page spells liberty,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over
If living were a thing that money could buy,
You know the rich would live
and the poor would die,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
There grows a tree in Paradise,
The Christians call it the tree of life,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.
Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.
Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.
Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.
Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.
Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.
Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.
Four tell stags at a green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.
Lo cardillo
Stó' criscenno no bello cardillo...
quanta cose ca ll'aggi''a 'mpará:
Ha da ire da chisto e da chillo,
li 'mmasciate isso mm'ha da portá!...
Siente ccá bello mio: llòco 'nnante,
nc'è na casa, na nénna nce sta,
tu la vide ca nun è distante:
chella nénna haje ire a trová!
Si la truove ca stace dormenno,
pe' na fata, gué, non la pigliá...
No rommore non fá co' li ppenne...
gué, cardÃ', tu ll'aviss''a scetá!?
Si affacciata po' sta a lo barcone,
pe' na rosa ll'aviss''a pigliá?
Gué, cardÃ', vi' ca llá tu te stuone...
va' vatténne cardÃ', nn''addurá!...
Si la truove ca face ll'ammore,
'sto cortiello annascùnnete ccá...
'Nficcancillo deritto a lo core
e lo sango tu mm'haje da portá...
Ma si penza...vatté' chiano chiano,
zitto zitto te nce haje da azzeccá,
Si afferrá po' te vò' co' la mano,
priesto 'mpietto tu ll'haje da zompá...
Hard times, hard times in Canaan land
Trouble in the mind of a man
A voice came whispering softly to him
Go offer, offer up the lamb
Abraham took his only son
High up on a hill
His test of faith had finally come
As the wind, the wind begin to chill
Cold steel, cold steel in the father's hand
Tears falling from the sky
The angels, the angels did not understand
Why the righteous, the righteous boy should die
Then Abraham most mysteriously
Laid down that deadly knife
Said "My darlin' son, I wish I was the one
Who spared you, spared your precious life"
Oh Isaac
The light of all your days
Will shine upon this mountain high
And never, never fade away
And never fade away
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The music stopped in my hand
my hand
my hand
Sadly smiled the band
the band
the band
Softly echoes your laughter
riddled with tears
When time is stolen it flies
it flies
it flies
Lovers leave in disguise
disguise
disguise
Weariness hangs like a curtain
heavy and old
heavy and cold.
It is said to never look back
look back
look back
To shadows you left on the track
the track
the track
Gather your roses and run
the long way around
And if time should ever be right
my love
my love
I'll come to you in the night
my love
my love
But now there is only the sorrow
parting is near
parting is here
parting is here
parting is here
© 1971, 1978 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
Ripping along towards middle age
And my music career kind of missed a page
Record sales began to drop
The management all began to hop
Not worry, they said, you'll see
What you need is some fresh publicity
Just give us a nod and we'll all leap
Towards putting you back at the top of the heap
I said, Fine, I'll give it a whack
I hung up the phone and I turned my back
Began daydreaming I was somebody else
When the phone jumped over from the wall to the shelf
We just had a break, this is really fine
We can make the January issue of TIME
If you'll give us Monday, a week from today
From two to four, now what do you say?
I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag
You got me on the rag, rag
Take your insults about the queen
And shove them up your royal Timese machine
But I scribbled it down on the wall calendar
And wondered about my interviewer
Maybe he'd be just a real nice guy
Bright and sympathetic with a roving eye
We'd forget all about the assignment due
Formalities, photos, and the interview
We'd hop on into his big rent-a-car
Go for a lovely drive, not far....maybe France
As the big day approached it slipped my mind
Till my secretary showed up at the house to remind
Me to switch into gear for the big coup de gras
The meeting with the man from the media
I swept the driveway and polished the phone
Put on a Kenzo knit in two-tone
Fluffed the pillows in the burgundy chair
Made up my eyes and brushed my hair...all in that order
When he called to say he was three hours late
My cheerful facade began to disintegrate
The photographer'd be even later still
She was hopelessly lost in the nearby hills
He arrived not exactly the man of my dreams
Not bad for a rep from the Timese machine
Asked me a wandering question or three
And I thought he was actually listening to me
And I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag
You got me on the rag, rag
Take your insults about the queen
And shove them up your royal Timese machine
Curious about his interest
I babbled my way through the worldwide list
Ireland, Chile and the African states
Poetry, politics and how they relate
Motherhood, music and Moog synthesizers
Political prisoners and Commie sympathizers
Hetero, homo and bisexuality
Where they all stand in the nineteen-seventies
Then suddenly it stopped and he started to lobby
Said, Tell me some inside stuff about Bobby
Bobby who? I smiled and said
And the TIME man's face was laced with red
I know you guys used to know each other
I know you refer to him as being your brother
And I know that you know where he's coming from
I said, You know alot for being so Goddamned dumb
And I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag
You got me on the rag, rag
Take your insults about the queen
And shove them up your royal Timese machine
Well I never gave him quite what he came for
The inside story and it's really a shame
For I never made the January issue of TIME
And just before I run out of words that rhyme
I really should tell you that deep in my heart
I don't give a damn where I stand on the charts
Not as long as the sun sinks into the west
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
In the early dawn a stallion white
prances the hills in the morning light.
His bridle is painted with thunder and gold,
orchids and dragons, pale knights of old.
He is the horse of the ages past.
And now the children run to see
the stallion on the hill,
bringing bags of apples
and of clover they have filled.
And the white horse tells his stories
of the days now past and gone
and the children stand a-wondering
believing every song.
How brightly glows the past.
When the sun is high comes a mare so red,
trampling the graves of the living and dead.
Her mantle is heavy with mirrors and glass,
all is reflected when the red mare does pass.
She is the horse of the here and now.
And now there is confusion
amongst the children on the hill.
They cling to one another
and no longer can be still.
While the red mare's voice is trembling
with a rare and mighty call,
the children start remembering
the bearers and the pall.
And though their many-colored sweaters
are reflected in the glass,
and though the sun shines down upon them,
they are frightened in the grass.
How stark is the here and now.
When night does fall comes a stallion black,
so proud and tall he never looks back.
He wears him no emeralds, silver and gold,
not even a covering to keep him from cold.
He is the horse of the years to come.
And I will get me down
before this steed upon my knees
and sing to him the sorrows
of a thousand centuries.
And the children now will scatter
as their mothers call them home,
for the sadness of the evening horse
no child has ever known.
And I will hang about him
a bell that's never rung
and thank him for the many words
which from his throat have never sprung.
And I'll thank God and all the angels
that the stallion of the evening,
the black horse of the future,
comes to earth but has no tongue.
© 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
When the mist rolls in on Highway One
like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
and I see them and I say
You are my children
my sweet children
I am your poet.
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses
the girl beside you is your twin
Behind your fiery make-up you should know this
I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin
I'll write this tune
in matching phrases
just to show it
You are the orphans in an age
of no tomorrows
and with your walking you wage a war
against the sorrows
Your fathers left you
a row to hoe
and you'll hoe it.
If I could write you easy directions
on a list
you would not read it, you could not see it
for the mist
Besides my pen is
very righteous
and I know it.
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom
There's one more summer just around the bend
The amber in your smile is brave and winsome
for though your highway has no end, it never ends
There is still the sky
the windy cliff
and the sea below it
I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet
and I'd blow it
I'd blow it.
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
I had a dream I was following a barefoot girl
Beside a stream that flowed around the world
And we spoke of many things though her mouth never moved
As the most peculiar scenes were disappearing into view
Oh what a dream beyond the realm of why
Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky
Speaking of God as though they could define
Music to the deaf and color to the blind or God to man
And then the leaves became a thousand tears
And I was on my knees in a crazy house of mirrors
I couldn't find my face but a voice was drawing nearer
Hush baby, sweet baby, hush don't you cry
And I thought I woke and my mother was standing there
And my heart broke as the ribbons in her hair
Turned into highways surrounded and swirled
Like a crown come down around a not so perfect world
In the corner of the dream was the man with the blue guitar
It had no strings but the music touched the stars
And his long dark curls turned to gold before my eyes
And the barefoot girl smiled off to the side and it was real
Then a thousand birds took flight with a joyful noise
And I heard the angels up on high rejoice
I could see my face and I recognized the voice
Hush baby, sweet baby, hush baby hush
It's just a dream, one of those that goes on and on
Scene after scene with the rhythm of a gypsy song
When I really woke I was frozen in between
I didn't know who I was, it was a dream inside a dream
It's all a dream
Oh what a dream
I had a dream
My son, instead of crying be strong
Be brave and comfort your mother
Don't cry for the tears are wasted
Let not also the years be wasted
Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry
If mother wants to be distracted
From the sadness and the soulness
You take her for a walk
Along the quiet country
And rest beneath the shade of trees
Where here and there you gather flowers
Beside the music and the water
Is the peacefulness of nature
She will enjoy it very much
And surely you'll enjoy it too
But son, you must remember
Do not use it all yourself
But down yourself one little step
To help the weak ones by your side
Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry
The weaker ones that cry for help
The persecuted and the victim
They are your friends
And comrades in the fight
And yes, they sometimes fall
Just like your father
Yes, your father and Bartolo
They have fallen
And yesterday they fought and fell
But in the quest for joy and freedom
And in the struggle of this life you'll find
That there is love and sometimes more
Yes, in the struggle you will find
That you can love and be loved also
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you
I beg of you, do not cry
Father, yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame
And now I'll tell you what's against us
An art that's lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find
What's blackened all of history
Against us is the law
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the law!
Police know how to make a man
A guilty or an innocent
Against us is the power of police!
The shameless lies that men have told
Will ever more be paid in gold
Against us is the power of the gold!
Against us is racial hatred
And the simple fact that we are poor
My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don't be ashamed to tell my crime
The crime of love and brotherhood
And only silence is shame
With me I have my love, my innocence,
The workers, and the poor
For all of this I'm safe and strong
And hope is mine
Rebellion, revolution don't need dollars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, light and love
And care for every human being
You never steal, you never kill
You are a part of hope and life
The revolution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I look at the stars
That we are children of life
Death is small
"Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."
Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the merciful
And blessed are the ones who mourn
The step is hard that tears away the roots
And says goodbye to friends and family
The fathers and the mothers weep
The children cannot comprehend
But when there is a promised land
The brave will go and others follow
The beauty of the human spirit
Is the will to try our dreams
And so the masses teemed across the ocean
To a land of peace and hope
But no one heard a voice or saw a light
As they were tumbled onto shore
And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase
"I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the merciful
And blessed are the ones who mourn
You're tired and you're poor,
you long to be free,
but in this Godforsaken land
you find no home, no family
on the many roads that you've wandered
since the day of your birth.
You've become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.
Your hair is matted,
your face and hands are dirty,
and the years that you've toiled
must number somewhere near thirty.
The deepening of a sadness
broke finally into madness.
You are truly one of the last,
lonely and wretched.
Your eyes are wild and frightening
at the same time they are blessed
and I wonder if God died,
turned his back or only just rested.
And you walked out on the seventh day
through the big gates and on your way
to become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.
For once you were a child.
Your cheeks were red,
you were well fed.
You laughed and played
till you got teary,
ran to your mother
when you were weary.
But somewhere you were forsaken
alone I'll not bear the blame
and somehow all was taken,
your mind, your body, your name.
Forgive us our unkindness,
our desertion and our blindness,
with you, all the last,
lonely and wretched.
Forgive us, all the last,
lonely and wretched.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Still waters at night
In the darkest of dark
But you rise as white
As the birch tree's bark
Or a pale wolf in winter
You look down and shiver
At still waters at night
Your eyes are as black
As the blackness you're fearing
And yonder a bridge
And a voice within hearing
Come walk on me softly
Look down and you'll see
Still waters at night
You've reason to fear
There is no protection
But a garland of emeralds
And a moonlit reflection
Of a boat in the distance
Will the devil take his chance
At still waters at night
So dance me a small dance
And the night cannot hurt you
Nor the waters be silent
Nor the emeralds desert you
For the boat's full of bright scarves
And wild hats among them
Songs of the vagabond
It's to you he has sung them
And shattered the silence
Of still waters at night
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
Speaking of dreams
Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree
Playing the Gipsy Kings
After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans
With a teenage girl who said that it would be her grandest dream
And speaking of dreams, I really must say
I couldn't have dreamed you up
Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage
And woke my sleeping demons up
You were not yet born
When my career began in '59
We're a sign of the times
Who cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wine
We come from two different worlds
Like every other couple on the Rue de Rivoli
You spent your youth in the rainforests of distant Camaroon
Your father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of Hearts
And the daughter of the moon
Speaking of dreams
You took me to see the paintings of Paul Gaughin
Speaking of dreams
We stood in the midst of waterfalls, flaming trees
Golden dogs and shining Tahitian ladies
But it was you, not Paul Gaughin
Who stopped my heart and then
Started my life over again
And if you feel as I do
That we've erased the lines between reality
And all our painted dreams
Then take me down to where the Gipsies sing
The songs their mothers knew
Tie bright ribbons in my hair
Lean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you
And carry me off to the rainforests of distant Camaroon
Tell me that you've always know that
I am the Queen of Hearts
I never knew you meant that much to me
Why did I pour a candle when you died
Find a picture of you walking in Central Park
With the iron woman by your side
That candle burned for twenty days
Most of my best friends came to mourn
And talk about the good ole days
Before my friends and I were born
Now I think I understand
That it was Sgt. Pepper's band
That put the sixties into song
Where have all the heroes gone?
Lucy in the sky with the lads from Liverpool
Drop some acid, meet the Queen
Coming out of both eyes of the hurricane
You sang your music sweet and clean
You may not want my poetry
I surely do not want your fame
You rose over the dawn of my early history
I'll pay you tribute all the same
Now I think I understand
That it was Sgt. Pepper's band
That put the sixties into song
Where have all the heroes gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
It was a diamond studded hard day's night
They say everyone was there
I must have heard you from my mother's arms
And I must have thought somebody cared
I live in the age of cosmic maniacs
One of them put a bullet in your side
New York City, 1980
The day the sixties finally died
Now I know I understand
That it was Sgt. Pepper's band
That put the sixties into song
Where have all the heroes gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It flows through jungles, round the trees
Some say it's yellow, some say red
It will not matter when we're dead
How many dead men will it take
To build a dike that will not break?
How many children must we kill
Before we make the waves stand still?
Though miracles come high today
We have the wherewithal to pay
It takes them off the streets you know
To places they would never go alone
It gives them useful trades
The lucky boys are even paid
Men die to build their Pharoah's tombs
And still and still the teeming wombs
How many men to conquer Mars
How many dead to reach the stars?
Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It flows through jungles, round the trees
Some say it's yellow, some say red
It will not matter when we're dead
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Tell me when you see them
Gathered at the shore
Dancing on their broken chains
Ah, the ladies are no more
In their blue jeans and their necklaces
Against an evening sky
But some of them are weeping
Crying rider, please pass by
The ship with all the riders
Has drifted out to sea
Compass cracked and stars unnamed
It's lost to history
And the riders in captivity
Watch ancient waves roll high
And hear the distant voices
Crying rider, please pass by
All you men who should have been
Your fathers beat you down
Your mothers loved you badly
Your teachers stole your crowns
And the wars you fought have taken toll
The price was far too high
You've buried all the images
Of riders passing by
The horses of the riders
Have waited at the tide
But years have passed, they know at last
Their heroes will not ride
So the women oh so gracefully
Mount noble horses high
Shattering the timelessness
Of rider, please pass by
But who can dare to judge us
The women or the men?
If freedom's wings shall not be clipped
We all can love again
So the choice is not of etiquette
Or finding lonesome ways to die
But liberty to ships at sea
And riders passing by
But liberty to ships at sea
And riders passing by
© 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
You don't have to play me backwards
To get the meaning of my verse
You don't have to die and go to hell
To feel the devil's curse
Well I thought my life was a photograph
On the family Christmas card
Kids all dressed in buttons and bows
And lined up in the yard
Were the golden days of childhood
So lyrical and warm
Or did the picture start to fade
On the day that I was born
I've seen them light the candles
I've heard them bang the drum
And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice!
And I got no place to run
Let the night begin there's a pop of skin
And the sudden rush of scarlet
There's a little boy riding on a goat's head
And a little girl playing the harlot
There's a sacrifice in an empty church
Of sweet li'l baby Rose
And a man in a mask from Mexico
Is peeling off my clothes
I've seen them light the candles
I've heard them bang the drum
And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice!
And I got no place to run
So I'm paying for protection
Smoking out the truth
Chasing recollections
Nailing down the proof
You don't have to play me backwards
To get the meaning of my verse
You don't have to die and go to hell
To feel the devil's curse
I'll stand before your altar
And tell everything I know
I've come to claim my childhood
At the chapel of baby Rose
I've seen them light the candles
I've heard them bang the drum
I've seen them light the candles
I've heard them bang the drum
(Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck)
Where icicles hung the blossoms swing,
but in my heart there is no spring.
You were my spring, my summer too,
it's always winter without you.
The flocks head north and the lilacs bloom,
at night they scent my moonlit room.
You were my spring, my summer too,
I'm going north to look for you.
Like a windblown bird my heart goes forth,
sent by the spring to the shining north.
You are my spring, my summer too,
and I won't rest till I find you.
© 1967 Robbins Music Corporation and Chandos Music (ASCAP)
Rights throughout the world controlled by Robbins Music Corporation
Look at young Natasha fly
Got gold medals in her starry eyes
Di Di Di
She's a family jewel and a national prize
Tiny in her leotard, every day upon the double bars
Di Di Di
She's gonna be a superstar
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
Born with wings upon his feet
Number one in every major meet
Di Di Di
And he's racing toward a phantom heat
And maybe in Valodya's dreams, Disneyland and a pair of new west jeans
Di Di Di
And a sequined shirt of Norma Jean
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
In Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
Oh, how they dream
Oh, how they dream
Li Li Li Li Li Li
She was 5 and he was 6
They stole the family crucifix
From the icons
She was 6 and he was 7
And they had their own idea of heaven
To dream on
Now they're in the bloom of youth
And they were heading out to bring the gold
And the glory to the motherland
When all at once their names were banned
From Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
First the eagle, then the bear
You both had an equal share of blame
Di Di Di
Blaspheming the sacred flame
Natash and Valodya might take the pieces of their broken wings
Di Di Di
And send them off with the icon
To Moscow on Hollywood Boulevard
When the flame will burn in Strawberry Fields forever and ever
Li Li Li Li Li Li
Oh, how they dream
Oh, how they dream
Miracles keep happening
The sun rose in the east today
I sat up and sighed for the millionth time
As the dawn was phasing a night away
The blues can last for just so long
And from the depth
There will arise another song
And I'll sit here in the sea and the sun
Waiting for that other song to come
That other song to come
You don't have to be black to sing the blues
From what I gather all you got to be is blue
Self-indulgence is universal
Adolescence was merely a rehearsal
Look around you and you will see
Everyone has a small franchise on misery
On misery
And I will sing you a song
Just as soon as I get my voice
When you're up, you're up
And when you're down
You really got no choice
No rain this winter
The manzanita reminded me
We've been living in a drought
And the ocean looks good to me
Haven't been in love for a year or so
Because I get fussy
And hard to live with as I grow
Ask the hungry manzanita
You cannot cross a cypress and a cedar
And a cedar
My moods are changing like the sea
There are a hundred things
That I'd like to be
Meanwhile I'll sit in the sun
Waiting for that other song to come
That other song to come
And I will sing it to you
Just as soon as I get my voice
When you're up, you're really up
And when you're down
My name is Chaffey, I'm from Marriott, U.S.A.
I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way
To chase my future down and lay it at my feet
So I can answer all the questions of my old friends on the street
I lie awake at night and I think about the years
The petty victories and all the hidden tears
And about the girl I love who had to set me free
She said she'd never marry anyone ambitionless as me
The Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me
My dad's made window shades for twenty-seven years
He's had his share of laughter and an equal share of tears
And I still live in the second room of my parent's hall
My brother watches me from the stationary frame upon the wall
Mom tends the garden and occasionally perms her hair
She's not political, she sticks to her own affairs
But they voted the cowboy in and they think he's doing fine
He's created some very new and interesting, innovative lies
And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on the open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me
We celebrated when they came home from Iran
We tied a bunch of yellow ribbons on the van
Drove into Marriott, went into church and prayed
But secretly I asked the Lord if this is how heroes are made
Speaking of heroes, a word about my dad
Son of mine, take your time 'cause now you're all we have
And if you refuse to go, I'll support you all the way
And that will surely be a first for the folks in Marriott, U.S.A.
And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me
They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
The couch is gold with a floral design
And the wine is Germany's best
And the wine is Germany's best
My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
Frankfurt is covered with snow
And numbly they ride on an icy wind
To places they're longing to go
To places they're longing to go
I remember the tall dark Irish rose
Who held me in my limousine
And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever so true
And soft as the Irish fog
And lost in the Irish fog
I remember the boy from the monastery
Who wanted to be a monk
But he brought flowers and wine to my room
And we both got happily drunk
And we both got perfectly drunk
He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
His eyes were alexandrite blue
He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
And I wanted to marry him too
Yes I wanted to marry him too
There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
Kept telling me I was still young
He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
Round my eyes saying I was the one
Forever that I'd be the one
He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
He was very much on the go
We followed each other for over a year
I couldn't have married him though
So we just lived in sin on the road
There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
Two days were never too long
He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
But I already wrote him a song
Yes, I already wrote him a song
So here I sit with my basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
I finished my bottle of Germany's best
And concluded my thoughts on the past
That love is a pain in the ass
How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me?
How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down
To a place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little to do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space
You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose
From the bouquet in our hotel
And lay down beside me again and I watched the rose
On the pillow where it fell
I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care
To know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there
The hours for once they passed slowly, unendingly by
Like a sweet breeze on a field
Your gentleness came down upon me and I guess I thanked you
When you caused me to yield
We spoke not a sentence and took not a footstep beyond
Our two days together which seemingly soon would be gone
Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams
I don't want to hear
Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other
From a lifetime of cares
Because if love means forever, expecting nothing returned
Then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn
Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder
How they could belong to me
And I gave you only my dark eyes that melted your soul down
To a place where it longs to be
Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind
Down in the gypsy café with a friend of a friend of mine
Who sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she I heard
That love is just a four letter word
Outside a rambling store front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut to her, I had no words to say
My experience was limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn't think I did
But I heard you say that love is just a four letter word
I said goodbye unnoticed pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes unmentionable by name
Searching for my double looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more absurd
Than that love is just a four letter word
Though I never knew just what you meant
When you were speaking to your man
I could only think in terms of me and now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The holy kiss that's supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes I know now traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be assure
That love is just a four letter word
Strange it is to be beside you many years, the tables turned
You'd probably not believe me if I told you what I've learned
And it is very, very weird indeed
???To you who's life forever flees
So ships run through my mind I cannot cheat
It's like looking in a teacher's face complete???
I can't say nothing to you but repeat what I heard
That love is just a four letter word
Can you find another star to dream on
The summer's coming to an end
Say goodbye to all your wandering friends
And lovers, casual confidants
Who shared your dreams
When you were sixteen
And you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang
Pass the pipe and like the sun get higher
In pack of roving wolverines
Placing bets on every girl in teens and jeans
Who eyed you suspiciously
With your biblical hair
And your mystical stare
As you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang
When all your illusions did lie in the palm of your hand
And your limits were only the sky and the rolling sand
And of every summer to come
This summer would be the one
You'd remember forever
In your dreams
Oh, twinkle, twinkle little star
Did you ever wonder who you are
And do you think that life is just a Belushi movie
And the heartbreak years that lie ahead
Be true to yourself and the Grateful Dead
And remember the summer when all was hip and groovy
And you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang
Hush little baby, momma once was sixteen
On the back of a Harley Davidson
Boyfriend was a born again
He shouted from the word of Jesus while doing 105
Down the coast highway
Only half a day from where
You walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang
So it's time to set you free
Watch you sail away from me
Though I'll miss you when you do
I'm with you
Turn your face into the wind
Let your greatest dreams begin
Take the high road, win or lose
I'm with you
I was there in the morning light
With a love that would last
And I'll be there on your darkest night
When the sun's long gone and your heart is sinking fast
When you stumble, when you fall
When they back you to the wall
After all the rest are through
I'm with you
So it's time to set you free
Let you sail away from me
I've done all that I can do
I'm with you
Take the high road, win or lose
I'm with you
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone)
Here's to you, Nicola and Bart
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph
© 1971, 1978 Edizioni Musicali RCA, S.p.A. (ASCAP)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient song
Or falling in love in the streets at night at the edge of a local square
It's only that I'm here tonight thinking I was there
There are high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me
Striding like Thalia's ghost south on the murky sea
And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild
Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
When I was young my eyes were wise, my father was good to me
Instead of having a flock of sons he had two other girls and me
And if we had used our Spanish names, here's the way they'd run
Thalia, Margarita and Juanita, I'm the middle one.
The screen door kept the demons in as we moved from town to town
It's hard to be a princess in the States when your skin is brown
And mama smoothed my worried brow as I leaned on the kitchen door
Why do you carry the weight, she said, of the world and maybe more?
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
My grandfathers were ministers and it came on down the line
My father preached in his parents' church when he was ten years and nine
And mama dressed in parishoners' clothes and didn't believe in hell
Her daddy fought the DAR, if he'd lived I'd have known him well
They said go find a Sunday School, we must have tried them all
I never stole from the silver plate, my sisters had more gall
One preacher said sing out loud and clear, it's the only life you've got
And the next one said be good on earth, you've another life at the feet of God
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
My father turned down many a job just to give us something real
It's hard to be a scientist in the States when you've got ideals
And mama kept the budget book, she kept the garden, too
Bought fish from the man on Thursday, fed all of us and strangers, too
But time will pass and so, alas, will most of what we know
Though tonight my memory's eye is clear as the story's being told
And I'll play ball with the underdog and sit with the child who's wrong
Be still when the earth is silent and sing when my strength is gone
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
Now father's going to India sometime in the fall
They tried to stay together but you just can't do it all
I'll think about him if he goes, there's a little grey in his hair
Though not much because he's Mexican, they don't age, they just prepare
And if he goes to India I'll miss him most of all
He'll see me in the mudlarks' face, hear me in the beggar's call
And mama will stay home, I guess, and worry if she did wrong
And I'll say a prayer for both of them and sing them both my song
And gulf winds bring me flying fish that shine in the crescent moon
Show me the horizon where the dawn will break anew
And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low
Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The grey quiet horse wears the reins of dawn,
and nobody knows what mountain he's from.
In his mouth he carries the golden key,
and nobody sees him but Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.
His nose is silver and his mane is white,
his eyes are black and starry like night.
So softly he splashes his hoofs in the sea,
that nobody hears him but Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.
He comes in the morning when the air is still,
he races the sun and he always will.
We raise up the window and call through the trees,
oh we'd love to fly with you, Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.
For your back is wingless and there's room for two,
we'll mount from a tree and ride straight on through.
But I guess you're wiser than I thought you'd be,
for you never will listen to Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.
For you know that one day we'll forget to wake,
call it destiny, call it fate.
You'll nuzzle us softly and so silently,
we'll ride in the morning, Gabriel and me,
with the golden key.
Gabriel and me,
forever to the sea.
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The cats are sleeping here in the autumn sun.
Your dog has flushed a deer and he's on the run.
And the coffee cup is cold
and the morning's feeling very old.
Fifteen months of time my man's been gone.
The second winter now is coming on.
And our fates could all be worse
But sometimes I still must curse my own.
And hello
I wish you well
where you sleep
all in your cell.
As for friends I can't complain, they've been good to me.
The fire's burning bright, they've left wood for me.
And the roof has been repaired.
And I thank them for the love they've shared.
You see, there's really nothing wrong, I've just got the blues.
Because if you give a damn you're going to pay some dues.
But if you see the game we're in
like I do, you know in time we'll win.
And hello
I wish you well
where you sleep
all in your cell.
So time give me a break of a week or more.
My head is reeling and my back is sore.
And the baby cries for me.
And I think I'll walk by the sea alone.
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
I went forth with no protection
Through a fierce and a blinding rain
And seeking truth but not perfection
I saw my father's face again
Father, father can you hear me?
Through this swirl of thoughts unsaid
All you wanted, I did not know
And all you asked I tried to give
My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
Take this hand that I hold out
It's meant to bridge the years apart
Come in come in from the howling wind
To the clearing of my heart
Still and lovely came the morning
Gone was my father's face
And in my house a bright reflection
New among my dreams of grace
My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
Coconuts sitting in my hand
Remindin' me of my island man
And my island man sitting in his hut
Dreamin' about my coconuts
Coconuts floating in the sea
I remember you, I remember me
Coconuts dancing in the sand
And I'm in love again with my island man
Coconut milk is like a stream
That comes from the mountain pure and clean
And the man he comes to drink it up
Never tires of the taste of those coconuts
Coconuts floating in the sea
I remember you, I remember me
Coconuts dancing in the sand
And I'm in love again with my island man
Coconut flavor sweet and mild
Remindin' me of my island child
And my island child all grown up
Out in the carnival of life jugglin' coconuts
Coconuts floating in the sea
I remember you, I remember me
Coconuts dancing in the sand
In the month of May, in the glory of the day
Came the descendants of a hundred flowers
And their fight it did begin with the aging Mandarin
And they fought with an extraordinary power
Everyone was smiling, their hearts were one
In Tiananmen Square
But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China
There's peace in the emerald fields, there's mist upon the lakes
But something is afoot in the People's Hall
The spirit of Chu Ping is alive in young Chai Ling
And the Emperor has his back against the wall
Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square
Over Tiananmen Square
But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China
In the month of June, in the darkness of the moon
Went the descendants of a hundred flowers
And time may never tell how many of them fell
Like the petals of a rose in some satanic shower
Everyone was weeping in all of China
And Tiananmen Square
But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China
And even the moon on the fourth day of June
Hid her face and did not see
Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square
And Wang Wei Lin, you remember him
All alone he stood before the tanks
A shadow of forgotten ancestors in Tiananmen Square
And my blue-eyed son, you had no one
You could call a hero of your age
You have the rainbow warriors of Tiananmen Square, singing
China Shall Be Free
China Shall Be Free
BLESSED ARE THE ONE-WAY TICKET
HOLDERS ON THE ONE-WAY STREET
BLESSED ARE THE MIDNIGHT RIDERS
WHO IN THE SHADOW OF GOD THEY SLEEP
BLESSED ARE THE HOT OLD HIKERS
STARING OUT AT FALLING RAIN
WON`DRING AT THE RETRIBUTION
IN THEIR PERSONAL ACQUAINTANCE WITH PAIN
BLESSED ARE THE BLOOD RELATIONS
OF THE YOUNG ONES WHO HAVE DIED
WHO HAD NOT THE TIME OR PATIENCE
TO CARRY ON THIS EARTHLY LIFE
RAIN WILL COME AND WINDS WILL BLOW,
WILD DEER IN THE MOUNTAIN SNOW.
BIRDS WILL BEAT AT HEAVEN`S WALL,
WHAT COMES TO ONE MUST COME TO US ALL.
WELL, YOU AND I ARE ON THE ONE-WAY TICKET
HOLDERS ON THAT ONE-WAY STREET
WHICH LLIES ACROSS A GOLDEN VALLEY
WHERE THE WATER OF JOY AND HOPE RUN DEEP
SO IF YOU PASS THE PARENTS WEEPING
OF THE YOUNG ONES WHO HAVE DIED
TAKE THEM TO YOUR WARMTH AND KEEPING
FOR BLESSED ARE THE TEARS THEY CRIED
AND MANY WERE THE TEARS THEY CRIED
TAKE THEM TO THE VALLEY WIDE
All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest;
We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best.
When the sun is low upon the field,
To love and music they will yield,
And the weary mothers of the earth will rest.
And the farmer on his tractor, and beside his plow,
Will stand there in confusion as we wet his brow
With the tears of all the businessmen
Who see what they have done to him,
And the weary farmers of the earth shall rest.
And the aching workers of the world again shall sing
These words in mighty choruses to all will bring -
"We shall no longer be the poor,
For no one owns us any more,"
And the workers of the world again shall sing.
And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land,
And the foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned -
General, when you come for the review
The troops will have forgotten you,
And the men and women of the earth shall rest.
All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest;
We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best.
When the sun is low upon the field,
To love and music they will yield,
And the weary mothers of the earth will rest.
And the farmer on his tractor, and beside his plow,
Will stand there in confusion as we wet his brow
With the tears of all the businessmen
Who see what they have done to him,
And the weary farmers of the earth shall rest.
And the aching workers of the world again shall sing
These words in mighty choruses to all will bring -
"We shall no longer be the poor,
For no one owns us any more,"
And the workers of the world again shall sing.
And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land,
And the foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned -
General, when you come for the review
The troops will have forgotten you,
And the men and women of the earth shall rest.
They poured across the borders
We were cautioned to surrender
This I could not do
Into the hills I vanished
No one ever asks me
Who I am or where I'm going
But those of you who know
You cover up my footprints
I have changed my name so often
I have lost my wife and children
But I have many friends
And some of them are with me
An old woman gave us shelter
Kept us hidden in a garrett
And then the soldiers came
She died without a whisper
There were three of us this morning
And I'm the only one this ev'ning
Still I must go on
Frontiers are my prison
Oh the winds, the winds are blowing
Thru the graves the winds are blowing
Freedom soon will come!
Then we'll come from the shadow.
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail
She once walked right at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew
That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound
la laa laa laa la la la laa laa
la laa laa laa la la laa laa
la laa laa laa la la la laa laa
la la la laa laa
la la la laa
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair
That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail
Mary, Mary, had a little baby,
Oo pretty little baby,
Oo pretty little baby
Glory be to the newborn king.
Star a shinin', shinin' on the manger,
Oo, shinin' on the manger
Oo, welcoming a stranger
Glory be to the newborn king.
Mary, Mary, who was here who knew him,
Oo, did anybody know him,
The ox and the donkey they bowed right down before him,
Glory be to the newborn king.
Mary, what you gonna name your baby?
Oo, pretty little baby,
Mm, pretty little baby
Glory be to the newborn king.
Some call him Manuel, think I'll call him Jesus,
Mm, yes think I'll call him Jesus
Mm, my pretty little Jesus
Glory be to the newborn king.
Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side.
Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.
Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side.
Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.
When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.
I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.
But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.
In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.
WINDS OF THE OLD DAYS (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand A
decade flew past her and there on the page
She read that the prince had returned to the stage
Hovering near treacherous waters
A friend saw her drifting and caught her
Unguarded fantasies flying too far
Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember
Those eloquent songs from the good old days
That set us to marching with banners ablaze
But reporters, there's no sense in prying
Our blue-eyed son's been denying
The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
The sixties are over so set him free
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Why do I sit the autumnal judge
Years of self-righteousness will not budge
Singer or savior, it was his to choose
Which of us knows what was his to lose
Because idols are best when they're made of stone
A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
And martyrs most certainly die too young
So thank you for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
WE SHALL OVERCOME Words and Music by Zilphia Hart., Frank Hamilton, Guy Carawan
and Pete Seeger
(La melodia sembra sia stata tratta da un canto di pescatori siciliani del 17'
secolo, trasportata in Germania dove è diventata un inno protestante, e da qui
alle congregazioni “bianche†protestanti degli Stati Uniti del sud. E' stata
pubblicata per la prima volta come Inno negro in una versione modificata, nei
primi anni dello scorso secolo. Usata, nella forma attuale, negli anni ‘40 come
inno “sindacale†dai lavoratori degli Alimentari e del Tabacco del
Sud-Carolina, e successivamente dai lavoratori delle scuole popolari del
Tennessee. E' usata tradizionalmente per chiudere tutti i congressi
integrazionisti).
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free,
We shall all be free, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, TODAY
Oh, deep in my heart,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
(Grady and Hazel Cole)
Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He lay down by the rich man's gate.
He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
And Jesus who died on Calvary's tree,
Shed his life blood for you and for me
They pierced his side, his hands and his feet
And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
He was Mary's own darlin', he was Mary's own son;
Once he was fair and once he was young,
And Mary she rocked him, her little darlin' to sleep,
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
When the battles are over, and the victory's won,
Everyone mourns with the poor man's son,
Red white and blue, and victory sweet,
And they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The moon is low on the southland
The frogs are asleep on the lake
Did you know that tears run in rivulets
And hearts can repeatedly break?
And this may well be the last time
If my spirits don't pick up and fly
For though it's sad
It may well be true
That our time is passing us by
Occasionally you have called for me
I've always tried to be there
But it seemed whenever my train pulled in
You never did really care
And the only thing I could decipher
From the corner of your roving eye
Was that you and I
Were the first ones to know
That our time was passing us by
Well, it was fun for the first few years
playing Legend In Our Time
And there were those who discussed the fact
That we drifted apart in our prime
And we haven't got too much in common
Except that we're so much alike
And I hate it for though
You're a big part of me
But our time is passing us by
So I can sit here in my silver chair
You can stay there on your gold
You can say you've got commitments
And I can say I'm growing old
And I can get up and make comments
On the color of the evening sky
But our ships have come home
And the night's rolling in
And our time is passing us by
But cast us adrift
And cross a few stars
And I'm good for one more try
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
(John Hullah – Charles Kingsley)
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,
Out into the west as the sun went down,
Each thought on the woman that loves him the best,
And the children stood watching them out of the town.
For men must work and women must weep,
For there's little to earn and many to keep,
And the harbor bar be moaning.
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower,
They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down,
And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower,
And the night-wrack came rolling in ragged and brown.
For men must work and women must weep,
‘Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep
And the harbor bar be moaning.
Three corpses lay out on the shining sand,
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
And the women were weeping and wringing their hands,
For those who would never come back to the town.
For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.
For men must work and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep
And good-bye to that bar and its moaning.
Joan Baez
Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune, go you or I......mm.mm
Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me the hobo, who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune ,go you or I, mm.mm
Show me the whiskey, that stains on the floor
Show me the drunkard, as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man
with so many reasons why
And there but for fortune go you or I, mmm,mm
Show me the country, where the bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall
And I'll show you a young man
with so many reasons why
And there but for fortune go you and I, you and I.
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I
I lean'd my back against an oak,
Thinking it was a mighty tree.
But first it bent and then it broke,
So did my love prove false to me.
I put my hand in some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flow'r to find.
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'r behind.
O love is handsome and love is kind,
Gay as a jewel when it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew.
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I
(revised version sung by Joan Baez)
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've never had but one true love,
And in green-wood he lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and a day.
And when twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
"Why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out the stone,
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known."
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where we were want to walk,
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk."
"A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart,
The flower will never return,
And since I've lost my own true love,
What can I do but yearn."
"When will we meet again, sweetheart,
When will we meet again?"
"When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again."
The Unquiet Grave (Child #78)
Traditional Folk Song
From "Joan Baez 5"
sung by Joan Baez (5), Frankie Armstrong
(Lovely on Water), Ian Campbell, and Patons
THE SWALLOW SONG
(Richard Farina, 1964)
Come wander quietly and listen to the wind
Come here and listen to the sky
Come walking high above the rolling of the sea
And watch the swallows as they fly
There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings
There is no choir like their song
There is no power like the freedom of their flight
While the swallows roam alone
Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice
Hear the trumbling in the stone
Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night
Do you hear the swallows when they've flown?
And will the breezes blow the petals from your hand
And will some loving ease your pain
And will the silence strike confusion from your soul
And will the swallows come again?
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone,
I gave my love a chicken that has no bone,
I gave my love a ring that has no end,
I gave my love a baby with no cryen.
How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a ring that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cryen?
A cherry, when it's blooming, it has no stone,
A chicken when it's pipping, it has no bone,
A ring when it's rolling, it has no end,
A baby when it's sleeping, has no cryen.
The police were waitin' when the sun came up
You better move your ass
Or we'll really get rough
I never wanted trouble
But I sure got enough
I'm bad at bein' subtle
But I ain't that tough, no
Just a victim of circumstance
Didn't you know
Just a victim of circumstance
Doesn't it show
I'm just a victim of circumstance
Wherever I go
Just a victim of bad reputation
I go no chance of shakin'
Really gets you down when you don't belong
An' everyone around says you growed up wrong
But why do they resent it, I ain't doin' anything
They say that I'm demented an' I never could sing
Then everywhere I went I caused them such alarm
You know I never meant to cause anybody harm, no
Just a victim of circumstance
Didn't you know
Just a victim of circumstance
Doesn't it show
I'm just a victim of circumstance
Wherever I go
Just a victim of bad reputation
I go no chance of shakin'
I've been laughed at, I've been shut out
But let there be no doubt
Never been afraid of chances I been takin'
The police are waitin' when the sun came up
You better move your ass
Or we'll really get rough
I never wanted trouble
But I sure get enough
I'm bad at bein' subtle
But I ain't that tough, no
Just a victim of circumstance
Didn't you know
Just a victim of circumstance
Doesn't it show
I'm just a victim of circumstance
Wherever I go
Just a victim of bad reputation
I go no chance of shakin'
It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our alliance.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our alliance.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our alliance.
When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
Joseph and Mary walked through an orchard green
There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen
There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen
Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild:
Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child
Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child
Then Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he
Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee!
Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee!
Then up spoke baby Jesus, from in Mary's womb:
Bend down the tallest branches, that my mother might have some
Bend down the tallest branches, that my mother might have some
Manhã de Carnaval / Te Ador
(Luiz Bonfã / Antonio De Maria)
Ladi, lalala, lalala, ladi lalala, lalala.
Ladalalala, ladadadidada, ladadidada, ladadadi.
Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada
Lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala.
Manhã tão bonita manhã
Te um dia feliz que chegou.
O sol ne céu surgiu,
e em cada cor brilhou
Voltou o son ho então ao coração.
Depois deste dia feliz,
não sei se outro dia havea
e´ nossa a manhã, tão bela afina!
Manhã de carnaval.
Canta o meu coração, a alegria voltou,
Tão feliz a manhã desse amor.
Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada
lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala.
Te Ador
(Traditional)
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
La la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la.
La la la, la la la, lalalalalalala,
La la la la la la, la la la la.
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado,
porque se mina gente tatuado.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Red telephone sitting by my bed
Practically bore your name
Lying alone in the twilight zone
Waiting for your call to come in
Hadn't been for the kid
Who was sleeping upstairs
You'd have found me well on my way
On that midnight plane to L.A.
You suffered sweeter for me
Than anyone I've ever known
I dared to look into the years
Would you still have your wife?
I dared to peer through my tears
Could we ever have a life?
Even thought I was pregnant by you
But I didn't care
I just talked to my son
Would he mind another one?
You suffered sweeter for me
Than anyone I've ever known
Once more the mist rolls to the sea
Like a hundred times we've known
Trees are faded and the clouds have stopped
Where the wind had blown
How I dread when the evening comes
And I cannot be
What you want me to be
When you are next to me
How silent you are as the veils come down
Before my eyes
Soft and reserved as you move away
Donning your disguise
While every folk song that I ever knew
Once more comes true
And loves grows old
And waxes cold
You suffered sweeter for me
Than anyone I've ever known
Just one favor of you, my love
If I should die today
Take me down to where the hills
Meet the sea on a stormy day
Ride a ridge on a snow white horse
And throw my ashes away
To the wind and the sand
Where my song began
You suffered sweeter for me
Than anyone I've ever known
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
(originally by Mary-Chapin Carpenter)
When we were young, we pledged allegiance every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices under teacher's watchful eye
We learned about the world around us at our desks and at dinnertime
Reminded of the starving children, we cleaned our plates with guilty minds
And the stones in the road we played like marbles in the dust
Until a voice called for us to make our way back home
When I was ten, my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd
To see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town
His widow kneeled with all her children at the sacred burial ground
The TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down
And the stones in the road flew out from our bicycle tires
Worlds removed from all those fires as we raced each other home
And now we drink our coffee on the run and climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters and the sons and here's the line that's missing...
The starving children have been replaced by souls out on the street
We give a dollar when we pass and hope our eyes don't meet
We pencil in, we cancel out, we crave the corner suite
We kiss your ass, we make you hold, we doctor the receipt
And the stones in the road leave a mark from whence they came
A thousand points of light or shame, baby, I don't know
Stones in the road...
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
"You've loved me exquisitely."
"I tried to."
"Can we be best of friends now?"
"I never lied to you."
"And can I love you forever?"
"Sure," she said and smiled
"But will you?"
I wish there was some new way
To sing about a full moon
Poured down on us like a thousand rivers
In Stephanie's room
And you said you'd remember always
The shadows on the hills below us
But will you?
You never once tried to sell me
A bill of goods I wouldn't buy
But I'm seasoned and I know a pirate
By the devil in his eye
And the only thing you ever stole from me
Was laughter and some love I made
To fill you
White snow in the morning
Kind of frightened me
But you'd go sailing anyway
Things are different at sea
You know I'll never try and change your habit
As sure as you know if your ship sinks
It'll kill you
And all the lovely ladies who came before me
Are very much the same
As the others soon to follow
In your merry little game
I guess I just want to be remembered
Especially and frequently
Like Stephanie
Five red tail hawks are circling
Above us in the sky
You said they'd bring good luck
And then you said goodbye
You smiled and said, "I'll see you
Sooner than you think."
But will you?
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Don't worry about my politics
They are what they are
I work best when I get some rest
Right now I'm in a bar
Overlooking the whole wide world
It's over the Pacific
I've never written when I was drunk
This could be terrific!
And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples, balances again
The lady sitting next to me
Is gazing in the eyes
Of the stranger sitting next to her
Who is mouthing truths and lies
He's actually quite nice I guess
He has an honest look
He doesn't know I've lost my mind
Scribbling in this book
And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples, balances again
Consumed by the evening's masterpiece
Completely introverted
From here I could stare down eternity
leave alone and not feel deserted
I'm tired of interesting faces
And the dull ones make my weep
Don't ask me what my sign is
Instant intimacy runs cheap
The ocean is so bountiful
It spreads from coast to coast
The winds scale off the whitecaps
And the things I love the most
Come wafting up into my lap
In the colors of the great sunrise
Children holding cupcakes
With paradise in their eyes
And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples, balances again
Four big pelicans just flew by
The room got very still
One of them carried the breath of God
Tucked way back in his bill
I know it was the breath of God
It's the same as the secret of life
He's carrying it off to the Shah of Iran
To trade it for the end of strife
And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples, balances again
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I put them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace,
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace,
And your basement clothes and your hollow face,
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims,
And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns,
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss,
And you wouldn't know it would happen like this,
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide.
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm,
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm,
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms,
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row,
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go,
And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show,
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold,
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul,
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
coldest night of the winter working up my farewell in the middle of everything under no particular spell i am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar my restlessness is long gone i would stand here like an old jack pine but I'm looking for rexroth's daughter the friend of a friend of mine i can't believe your hands and mouth did all that to me are so daily naked for all the world to see that thunderstorm in michigan i never will forget we shook right with the thunder & with the pounding rain got wet where did you turn when you turned from me with your arms across your chest i am looking for rexroth's daughter i saw her in the great northwest would she have said it was the wrong time if I had found her then i don't want too much a field across the road and a few good friends she used to come & see me but she was always there & gone even the very longest love does not last too long she'd stand there in my doorway smoothing out her dress & say 'this life is a thump-ripe melon--so sweet and such a mess' i wanted to get to know you but you said you were shy i would have followed you anywhere but hello rolled into goodbye i just stood there watching as you walked along the fence beware of them that look at you as an experience you're back out on the highway with your poems of city heat & I'm looking for rexroth's daughter here on my own side street the murderer who lived next door seemed like such a normal guy-- if you try to follow what they shove at us you run out of tears to cry i heard a man speak quietly i listened for a while he spoke from his heart to my woe & then he bowed & smiled what is real but compassion as we move from birth to death i am looking for rexroth's daughter & I'm running out of breath spring will come back i know it will & it will do its best so useful so endangered like a lion or a breast i think about my children when i look at any child's face & pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace it's so cold out there tonight so stormy i can hardly see & i'm looking for rexroth's daughter & i guess i always will be
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water.
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea.
Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently,
by puttin´ your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.
Every time I look into the holy book I wanna tremble,
when I read about the part where a carpenter cleared the temple.
For the buyers and the sellers where no different fellas,
than what I profess to be,
and it causes me pain to know that I´m not the gal that I should be.
Mama taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven.
And when I´m down on my knees that´s a when I´m close to heaven.
Daddy lived his life, with two kids and a wife you do what you must do,
but he showed me enough of what it takes to get you through.
+ put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.
(Joan Baez)
Once I had sweetheart, and now I have none,
Once I had sweetheart, and now I have none,
She's gone and leave me, she's gone and leave me,
She's gone and leave me to sorrow and moan.
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see,
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see,
My own precious jewel sat smiling by me,
My own precious jewel sat smiling by me.
And when I awakened I found it not so,
And when I awakened I found it not so,
My eyes like some fountain with tears overflow,
My eyes like some fountain with tears overflow.
I'll venture through England, through France and through Spain,
I'll venture through England, through France and through Spain,
All my life I will venture the watery main,
All my life I will venture the watery main.
Once I sweetheart, and now I have none,
Once I sweetheart, and now I have none,
She's gone and leave me, she's gone and leave me,
She's gone and leave me to sorrow and moan.
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy knew trouble like the sound of his own name
Busted on a drunken charge driving someone else's car
The local midnight sheriffs claim to fame
In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded
Knowing they'd remain the boss, knowing he would pay the cost
They saw he was severely repremanded
In the blackest cell on "A" Block
He hanged himself at dawn
With a note stuck to the bunk head
Don't mess with me, just take me home
Come lay, help us lay
Young Billy down
Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife
Though the clothes upon his back were wet still he thought
That he could get some money and things to start a life
It hadn't been to very long when it seemed like everything went wrong
They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby quite alone
He eased the pain inside him
With a needle in his arm
But the dope just crucified him
He died to no one's great alarm
Come lay, help us lay young Luna down
Were gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground
Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive
And leave the joint and walk the streets again
As the time he was to leave drew near he suffered all the joy and fear
Of leaving 35 years in the pen
And on the day of his release he was approached by the police
Who took him to te warden walking slowly by his side
The warden said "You won't remain here but it seems a state retainer
claims another 10 years of your life"
He stepped out in the Texas sunlight
The cops all stood around
Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards
Then threw himself on the ground
They may as well just laid the old man down
And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons to the ground
Help us raze the prisons to the ground
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
Busted on a drunken charge
Driving someone else's car
The local midnight sheriff's claim to fame
In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded
Knowing they'd remain the boss
Knowing he would pay the cost
They saw he was severely reprimanded
In the blackest cell on "A" Block
He hanged himself at dawn
With a note stuck to the bunk head
Don't mess with me, just take me home
Come and lay, help us lay
young Billy down
Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife
Though the clothes upon his back were wet
Still he thought that he could get
Some money and things to start a life
It hadn't been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong
They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male
Thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby quite alone
He eased the pain inside him
With a needle in his arm
But the dope just crucified him
He died to no one's great alarm
Come and lay, help us lay
Young Luna down
And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons
To the ground
Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive
And leave the joint and walk the streets again
As the time he was to leave drew near
He suffered all the joy and fear
Of leaving 35 years in the pen
And on the day of his release he was approached by the police
Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side
The warden said "You won't remain here
But it seems a state retainer
Claims another 10 years of your life."
He stepped out in the Texas sunlight
The cops all stood around
Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards
Then threw himself down on the ground
They might as well just have laid
The old man down
And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons
To the ground
Help us raze, raze the prisons
To the ground
© 1971, 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
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 Tennesee."
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 my 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.
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
La Llorona
Todos me dicen el negro, llorona
negro pero cariñoso
Yo soy como el chile verde, llorona
picante pero sabroso.
Ay! de mi, llorona
llorona de ayer y hoy
ayer maravilla fui, llorona
y ahora ni sombra soy
Dicen que no tengo duelo, llorona
porque no me ven llorar
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido, llorona
y es mas grande su penar
Ay! de mi, llorona
llorona de azul celeste
y aunque la vida me cuesta, llorona
no dejare de quererte
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry
Yes I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trench town
Observing those hypocrits
Mingle with the good people we know ya
Good friends we knew
And food friends we lost along the way
In this bright future we can't forge the past
So dry your tears I say
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry
Yes I remeber when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trench town
And georgey would cook corn meal poridge
Which I'd share with you ya
And my feet is my only carriage
So I'm gonna push on through
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woamn no cry
Bob Dylan
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like fire like ice
People carry roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, read deep quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night wind blows cold n' rainy
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
Black Spiritual, United States, 18th or 19th Century
My Lord, what a morning!
My Lord, what a morning!
Oh, my Lord, what a morning
when the stars begin to fall.
Oh, you will hear the trumpet sound
to wake the nations underground,
Looking to my Lord's right hand
when the stars begin to fall.
Oh, you will see my Jesus come,
His glory shining like the sun,
Looking to my Lord's right hand
When the stars begin to fall.
Oh, you will hear all Christians shout,
'Cause there's a new day come about,
Looking to my Lord's right hand
When the stars begin to fall
My Lord, what a morning!
My Lord, what a morning!
Oh, my Lord, what a morning
when the stars begin to fall.
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord DArlen's wife came into the church,
the gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Arlen 's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Arlen he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Arlen was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Arlen cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Arlen took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"
Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Arlen cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin"
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
My name is Chaffey, I'm from Marriott, U.S.A.
I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way
To chase my future down and lay it at my feet
So I can answer all the questions of my old friends on the street
I lie awake at night and I think about the years
The petty victories and all the hidden tears
And about the girl I love who had to set me free
She said she'd never marry anyone ambitionless as me
The Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me
My dad's made window shades for twenty-seven years
He's had his share of laughter and an equal share of tears
And I still live in the second room of my parent's hall
My brother watches me from the stationary frame upon the wall
Mom tends the garden and occasionally perms her hair
She's not political, she sticks to her own affairs
But they voted the cowboy in and they think he's doing fine
He's created some very new and interesting, innovative lies
And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on the open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me
We celebrated when they came home from Iran
We tied a bunch of yellow ribbons on the van
Drove into Marriott, went into church and prayed
But secretly I asked the Lord if this is how heroes are made
Speaking of heroes, a word about my dad
Son of mine, take your time 'cause now you're all we have
And if you refuse to go, I'll support you all the way
And that will surely be a first for the folks in Marriott, U.S.A.
And the Marriott Daily is delivered to my door
It brings the outside in and I've seen it all before
Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes
May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea
Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
You took my brother from the Marriott High School all-star team
You took my brother from Marriott and from me
© 1982 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
Bob Dylan
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like fire like ice
People carry roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, read deep quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night wind blows cold n' rainy
My love, she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing
Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she I heard
That love is just a four-letter word
Outside a rambling store-front window
Cats meowed to the break of day
Me, I kept my mouth shut, too
To you I had no words to say
My experience was limited and underfed
You were talking while I hid
To the one who was the father of your kid
You probably didn't think I did, but I heard
You say that love is just a four-letter word
I said goodbye unnoticed
Pushed towards things in my own games
Drifting in and out of lifetimes
Unmentionable by name
Searching for my double, looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought that there was nothing more
Absurd than that love is just a four-letter word
Though I never knew just what you meant
When you were speaking to your man
I can only think in terms of me
And now I understand
After waking enough times to think I see
The Holy Kiss that's supposed to last eternity
Blow up in smoke, its destiny
Falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be
Assured that love is just a four-letter word
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
You're tired and you're poor,
you long to be free,
but in this Godforsaken land
you find no home, no family
on the many roads that you've wandered
since the day of your birth.
You've become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.
Your hair is matted,
your face and hands are dirty,
and the years that you've toiled
must number somewhere near thirty.
The deepening of a sadness
broke finally into madness.
You are truly one of the last,
lonely and wretched.
Your eyes are wild and frightening
at the same time they are blessed
and I wonder if God died,
turned his back or only just rested.
And you walked out on the seventh day
through the big gates and on your way
to become one of the last,
lonely and wretched.
For once you were a child.
Your cheeks were red,
you were well fed.
You laughed and played
till you got teary,
ran to your mother
when you were weary.
But somewhere you were forsaken
alone I'll not bear the blame
and somehow all was taken,
your mind, your body, your name.
Forgive us our unkindness,
our desertion and our blindness,
with you, all the last,
lonely and wretched.
Forgive us, all the last,
lonely and wretched.
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.
Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.
A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless place.
One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch of love.
And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
As it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.
If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers
In the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers.
From out of the sun a giant gull came flying
And the children got ready to sit on its wings.
They waved to the raindrops as they soared in the trees
The wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea.
They came to the castle and there they did fall,
When they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall
The clash of bright metal brought the children fear,
But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of the tears.
Thus children held hands and they spelled the princess name
All the golden children became a golden chain.
It lies on a white throne in a magic place
With a tunic of velvet and the gown of white lace.
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake
In the dream I was told that my princess would wake.
......................................................................................
the oridinal song of DONOVAN from the album
SUNSHINE SUPERMAN is the following
LEGEND OF THE GIRL CHILD LINDA
I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze.
Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes.
A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless place.
One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch of love.
On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down
And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown.
And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
As it washed around the foot of the seashell tree.
The doves circle over and land in the trees
Where parrots are talking their words with such ease.
Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day:
"There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away."
If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers
To the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers.
The youngest, she sighed then the clouds drew away
And a hundred small fingers scratched their heads in dismay.
>From out of the sun a giant gull came flying
And the children got ready to sit on its wings.
They waved to the raindrops as they soared over the trees
The wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea.
They came to the castle and there they did fall,
And they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall.
A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and kind
Whilst her prince took to battle with his confused mind.
The clash of bright metal brought the children fear,
But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears.
Thus children held hands and they spelled out their name
All the golden children became a golden chain.
It lies on a white throne in a magic place
With a tunic of velvet and a gown of white lace.
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake
In a dream I was told that my princess would wake.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing on the rock
Are innocent and they know not
That the tide comes in
Death rides it like a Viking
The mountains rise above the mist
And the golden prince I've never kissed
He may die tonight
And why do I want to ride with
The prince whose alleged horse is white?
Because when we ride together
Our lives are cloaked forever
Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes
Oh, but I am hardy in these years
Or I'd have sunk down with my tears
To the earth beneath my feet
I want to endure the slings and arrows
That Hamlet spoke about
But harrowed,
He was forced to a ragged defeat
There was a method to his madness
But overcome by pride and sadness
He did not endure
Surely his death was a grave mistake
How many deaths do we really calculate?
Isn't it true, Lord
Tragedies happen when you're bored?
Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes
You archangels, you have some nerve
To watch all of this you are absurd
You even have a choice
Do you know all? I think you may
And what is there for you to say
But understand
Why God took back your voice
SIlence is golden, I believe
And you are worth your weight
In wreaths of purest gold
While we are here with debts and bets
And aircraft carriers and jets
I call out fruitlessly
Give me an archangel for company
Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes
Me in the woods at the break of dawn
The candles of the night still on
The chimes ring from the hollow
I too am worth my weight in gold
But the fishmonger and I are old
When the mint runs out
Our real lives will follow
It was misfortune who woke you up
To pour you the dregs from her broken cup
Cast her aside
The sunrise will appear with the mockingbird
Who stays deep in the canyon and is heard
Glorious in his song
He cannot be wrong
Happiness is temporary
Believe me, I know
It can arrive as a shining crystal
And leave as the melting snow
Come all you lads and lasses
The Kingdom of Childhood passes
There's another one just beyond
Act quickly before it's gone
© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
Fair young maid all in a garden
Stange young man, passerby
He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?"
This then, sir, was her reply:
Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails all on the sea.
He's been gone for seven years
Still no man shall marry me
What if he's in some battle slain
Or drownded (sic) in the deep salt sea
What if he's found another love
And he and his love both married be?
Well, if he's in some battle slain
I will go and mourn all on his grave
And if he's drowned in the deep salt sea
I'll be true to his memory
And if he's found another love
And he and his love both married be
I'll wish them health and happiness
Where they dwell across the sea
He picked her up all in his arms
Kisses gave her: One, two, three
Said, Here am I, my own true love
I am your long-lost John Riley!
Jack-A-Roe (Traditional)
There was a wealthy merchant,
In London he did dwell
He had a lovely daughter,
The truth to you I'll tell
Oh the truth to you I'll tell
She had sweethearts a-plenty
And men of high degree
There was none but Jack the sailor,
Her true love e'er could be
Oh her true love e'er could be
Now Jackie's gone a-sailing
With trouble on his mind
To leave his native country
And his darling girl behind
Oh, his darling girl behind.
She went into a tailor shop
And dressed in men's array
And stepped on board a vessel
To convey herself away
Oh, to convey herself away.
"Before you step on board, sir,
Your name I'd like to know"
She smiled all in her countenance,
"They call me Jackaroe"
Oh, they call me Jackaroe.
"Your waist is light and slender,
Your fingers are neat and small
Your cheeks too red and rosy
To face the cannonball"
Oh, to face the cannon-ball.
"I know my waist is slender,
My fingers neat and small
But it would not make me tremble
To see ten thousand fall"
Oh, to see ten thousand fall.
The war soon being over,
They hunted all around
And among the dead and dying
Her darling boy she found
Oh, her darling boy she found.
She picked him up all in her arms
And carried him to the town
And sent for a physician who
Quickly healed his wounds
Oh, who quickly healed his wounds.
This couple they got married
And well they did agree
This couple they got married,
So why not you and me
Oh, so why not you and me.
Words and Music by Bob Dylan
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you our me,
Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery.
With a blanket underneath his arm and coat solid gold,
Searching for the very souls whom already had been sold.
"Arise, arise," he cried so loud with a voice without restraint.
"Come out, you gifted kings and queens and hear my sad complaint.
No martyr is among you now whom you can call your own
Go on you way accordingly, but you know you're not alone.
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive with fiery breath
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones that put him out to death.
Oh, I awoke in anger so alone and terrified.
I put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and I cried.
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
sighing around my heart o'er the fond hopes that die.
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for her lost love that comes not again.
I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low,
nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling;
it's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
The House Carpenter
"Well met, well met, my own true love,
well met, well met," cried he.
"I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
all for the love of thee."
"I could have married the King's daughter dear,
she would have married me.
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
all for the love of thee."
"Well, if you could have married the King's daughter dear, I'm sure you are to blame,
For I am married to a house carpenter,
and find him a nice young man."
"Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter
and go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green,
to the banks of the salt, salt sea."
"Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
and go along with thee,
What have you got to maintain me on
and keep me from poverty?"
"Six ships, six ships all out on the sea,
seven more upon dry land,
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
will be at your command."
She picked up her own wee babe,
kisses gave him three,
Said "Stay right here with my house carpenter
and keep him good company.
Then she putted on her rich attire,
so glorious to behold.
And as she trod along her way,
she shown like the glittering gold.
Well, they'd not been gone but about two weeks,
I know it was not three.
When this fair lady began to weep,
she wept most bitterly.
"Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid,
weep it for your golden store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
who never you shall see anymore?"
"I do not weep for my house carpenter
or for any golden store.
I do weep for my own wee babe,
who never I shall see anymore."
Well, they'd not been gone but about three weeks,
I'm sure it was not four.
Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank,
never to rise anymore.
One time around spun our gallant ship,
two times around spun she,
Three times around spun our gallant ship
and sank to the bottom of the sea.
"What hills, what hills are those, my love,
that rise so fair and high?"
"Those are the hills of heaven, my love,
but not for you and I."
"And what hills, what hills are those, my love,
those hills so dark and low?"
"Those are the hills of hell, my love,
where you and I must go."
Dicen que por las noches
Nomas se le iba en puro llorar,
Dicen que no comia,
Nomas se le iba en puro tomar,
Juran que el mismo cielo
Se estremecia al oir su llanto;
Como sufrio por ella,
Que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... gemia,
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay,... cantaba,
De pasion mortal... moria
Que una paloma triste
Muy de manana le va a cantar,
A la casita sola,Con sus puertitas de par en par,
Juran que esa paloma
No es otra cosa mas que su alma,
Que todavia la espera
A que regrese la desdichada
Cucurrucucu... paloma,
Cucurrucucu... no llores,
Las piedras jamas, paloma
!Que van a saber de amores!
Cucurrucucu... cucurrucucu...
Cucurrucucu... paloma, ya no llores
Gracias A La Vida
(Violeta Parra)
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro,
Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo.
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado el oÃdo que en todo su ancho
Graba noche y dÃa, grillos y canarios,
Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos,
Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario;
Con él las palabras que pienso y declaro:
Madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando
La ruta del alma del que estoy amando.
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados;
Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
Playas y desiertos, montaÃnas y llanos,
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me dio el corazón que agita su marco
Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano,
Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo,
Cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros.
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto.
Asà yo distingo dicha de quebranto,
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto,
Y el canto de ustedes que es mi mismo canto,
Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto.
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
I’ll go tell all of my brothers
I’ll go tell my shipmates too
The reason that my heart is broke
Is all because of you
Is all because of you
I’ll give you back your presents
You give me back my ring
And I won’t forget my own true love
As long as song birds sing
As long as song birds sing
Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
I’ll tell all of my brothers
I’ll tell my shipmates too
The reason that my heart is broke
Is all because of you
Is all because of you
Come all ye fair and tender maidens
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning
First they appear and then they're gone.
They'll tell to you some loving story
They'll swear to you their love is true
Straightway they'll go and court another
And that's the love that they had for you.
If I'd a known before I courted
That love it was such a killin' thing
I'd lock my heart in a box of golden
And fastened it up with a silver chain.
O do you remember our days of courtin'
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe with the falling of your eyes
That the sun rose in the west.
I wish I was a little sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my own true lover
And when he speaks I won't deny.
But I am not no little sparrow
I have no wings neither can I fly
I'll sit right down in my grief and sorrow
And let my troubles pass me by.
Come all ye fair and tender maidens
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning
First they appear and then they're gone.
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
Joan Baez
Written by J. Robbie Robertson
VIRGIL CAINE IS THE NAME, AND I SERVED ON THE DANVILLE TRAIN
'TIL STONEMAN'S CAVALRY CAME AND TORE UP THE TRACKS AGAIN.
IN THE WINTER OF SIXTY-FIVE, WE WERE HUNGRY, JUST BARELY ALIVE.
BY MAY THE TENTH, RICHMOND HAD FELL;
IT'S A TIME I REMEMBER OH, SO WELL...
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGIN',
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE PEOPLE WERE SINGIN'! THEY WENT...
LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA,
LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.
BACK WITH MY WIFE IN TENNESSEE, WHEN ONE DAY SHE CALLED TO ME,
"VIRGIL, QUICK, COME SEE: THERE GOES THE ROBERT E. LEE!"
NOW, I DON'T MIND CHOPPIN' WOOD, AND I DON'T CARE IF MY MONEY'S NO GOOD.
JUST TAKE WHAT YOU NEED AND LEAVE THE REST
BUT THEY SHOULD NEVER HAVE TAKEN THE VERY BEST.
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGIN',
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE PEOPLE WERE SINGIN'! THEY WENT...
LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA,
LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.
LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE ME, I WILL WORK THE LAND.
AND, LIKE MY BROTHER BEFORE ME, I TOOK A REBEL STAND.
HE WAS JUST 18, PROUD AND BRAVE, WHEN A YANKEE LAID HIM IN HIS GRAVE.
I SWEAR BY THE MUD BELOW MY FEET,
YOU CAN'T RAISE A CAINE BACK UP WHEN HE'S IN DEFEAT.
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGIN',
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE PEOPLE WERE SINGIN'! THEY WENT...
LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA,
LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.
From: "Roy T. O'Conner"
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
sighing around my heart o'er the fond hopes that die.
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for her lost love that comes not again.
I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low,
nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling;
it's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And I holler why,
and I holler why
And I holler why,
the tortoise boy no mon ami!
And I holler why,
and I holler why
And I holler why,
the tortoise boy no mon ami!
First he give me one,
then he give me two
And he give me three and I holler
"Lord have mercy"
And I holler why,
and I holler why
And I holler why,
the tortoise boy no mon ami!
First we go in a room,
make me mama no know
Make me lie on a sofa,
make me have-a me labor
And I holler why,
and I holler why
And I holler why,
the tortoise boy no mon ami!
Give me back me shillin',
give me back me shillin'
You can stand on your own feet now,
give me back me shillin'
And I holler why,
and I holler why
And I holler why,
the tortoise boy no mon ami!
Hold me tight, hold me tight,
danger waters coming baby
hold me tight
hold me tight, hold me tight,
danger water coming, baby,
hold me
And I holler why,
and I holler why
And I holler why,
the tortoise boy no mon ami!
And I holler why,
and I holler why
And I holler why,
the tortoise boy no mon ami!
(words by Richard Farina)
Oh, now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the son of an angry man
Now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand
For we are the children of darkness
And the prey of a proud, proud land.
It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of the springtime mind
And once the clouds I sailed upon
Were sweet as lilac wine
Oh, why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enlaced with a grim design?
So, now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
....................................
the original song of RICHARD FARINA
(copyright Whitmark and Sons) is the following
Now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of the springtime mind
It's once the clouds I sailed upon
Were sweet as lilac wine
So why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enlaced with a grim design?
And where was the will of my father when
We raised our swords on high?
And where was my mother's wailing when
Our flags were justified?
And where will we take our pleasures when
Our bodies have been denied?
For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the child of an angry man
Now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand
For we are the children of darkness
And the prey of a proud, proud land.
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Little Annie Fannie
Morgan and Christian
Katy and Nathan
Tommy and Zem Zem
Alex and J.J.
Tai and Ezekial
Amy and Josie
Matthew and Mosie
Sweet Pearl and Nicholas
Come here and tickle us
I don't like nicknames
I like to play games
One of them's Batman
That's where it's at man
Look at your t-shirt
I see you're all wet now
I'll give you a bath
If you'll go to bed now
Oh can't you see
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Joey and Janet
Jennifer, Joshua
Justin and Jason
Jacob and Jordan
Heather and Shannon
Marisa and Kirsten
Kimmie and David
Who shall we play with?
Here comes my own son
Light of my life is
Younger than new leaves
Brighter than you please
Says that he loves me
Big as the world
and Gabriel Harris
You go to bed now
You go to bed now
It's quarter to nine
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
You heard what I said now
You go to bed now
It was a hard day
Never enough play
Iggy was sick
and couldn't come over
One of your mice died
That was when you cried
Get in the tub
And play with your boats now
Sit here beside me
I'll tell you a story
One about snakes
And anything gory
Ask me no questions
How far is the sky
And I'm falling asleep
And you're smarter than I am
Light of my life
Good night
Good night
Good night
 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
Hush little baby, don't you cry
You know your mama was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
The river of Jordan is muddy and cold
Well it chills the body but not the soul
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells liberty
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
If living were a thing that money could buy
Then the rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
There grows a tree in Paradise
And the pilgrims call it the Tree of Life
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brothers
Too late, but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
recorded by Joan Baez
Father, yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame
And now I'll tell you what's against us
An art that's lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find
What's blackened all of history
Against us is the law
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the law!
Police know how to make a man
A guilty or an innocent
Against us is the power of police!
The shameless lies that men have told
Will ever more be paid in gold
Against us is the power of the gold!
Against us is racial hatred
And the simple fact that we are poor
My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don't be ashamed to tell my crime
The crime of love and brotherhood
And only silence is shame
With me I have my love, my innocence,
The workers, and the poor
For all of this I'm safe and strong
And hope is mine
Rebellion, revolution don't need dollars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, light and love
And care for every human being
You never steal, you never kill
You are a part of hope and life
The revolution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I look at the stars
That we are children of life
Death is small
melody: Heitor Villa-Lobos
text: Ruth Valadares Correa
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente.
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Surge no infinito a lua docemente,
Enfeitando a tarde, qual meiga donzela
Que se apresta e a linda sonhadoramente,
Em anseios d'alma para ficar bela
Grita ao céu e a terra toda a Natureza!
Cala a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes
E reflete o mar toda a Sua riqueza...
Suave a luz da lua desperta agora
A cruel saudade que ri e chora!
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Aria (from Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5)
(English translation)
Evening, a rosy, slow and transparent cloud
Over the space dreamy and beautiful
The Moon sweetly appears in the horizon,
Decorating the afternoon like a nice damsel
Who rushes and dreamy adorns herself
With an anxious soul to become beautiful
Shout all Nature to the Sky and to the Earth!
All birds become silent to the Moon's complains
And the Sea reflects its great splendor.
Softly, the shining Moon just awakes
The cruel missing that laughs and cries.
Evening, a rosy, slow and transparent cloud
Over the space dreamy and beautiful...
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and SHE was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my ANNABEL LEE-
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that,long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud,chilling
My ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
AND the angels,not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!-that was the reason(as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling my ANNABEL LEE;
That the wind came out of the cloud by night
Killing my ANNABELLEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE: And the moon never beams,without bringing me
dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise,but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:
And so,all the night-tide,I lie down by the side
Of my darling my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea-
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
At night in the safety of shadows and numbers
Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers
The buying and selling of casual looks
Stuff that gets printed in x-rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find yourself some relief
Finely plucked eyebrows and skin of satin
Smiling seductive and endlessly Latin
Olympic body on dancing feet
Perfume thickening the air like heat
A transient star of gay bar fame
You quit your job and changed your name
And you're nearly beyond belief
As you hunt down a little relief
The seven foot black with the emerald ring
Broke up a fight without saying a thing
As the cops cruised by wanting one more chance
To send Jimmy Baldwin back over to France
And a trucker with kids and a wife
Prefers to spend half of his life
In early Bohemian motif
Playing pool and getting relief
My favorite couple was looking so fine
Dancing in rhythm and laughing in rhyme
In the light of the jukebox all yellow and blue
Holding each other as young lovers do
To me they will always remain
Unshamed, untamed, and unblamed
The altar boy and the thief
Grabbing themselves some relief
The altar boy and the thief
Catching a little relief
instrumental
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
In my heart I will wait
by the stony gate
and the little one
in my arms will sleep.
Every rising of the moon
makes the years grow late
and the love in our hearts will keep.
There are friends I will make
and bonds I will break
as the seasons roll by
and we build our own sky.
In my heart I will wait
by the stony gate
and the little one
in my arms will sleep.
And the stars in your sky
are the stars in mine
and both prisoners
of this life are we.
Through the same troubled waters
we carry our time,
you and the convicts and me.
There's a good thing to know
on the outside or in,
to answer not where
but just who I am.
Because the stars in your sky
are the stars in mine
and both prisoners
of this life are we.
And the hills that you know
will remain for you
and the little willow green
will stand firm.
The flowers that we planted
through the seasons past
will all bloom
on the day you return.
To a baby at play
all a mother can say,
he'll return on the wind
to our hearts, and till then
I will sit and I'll wait
by the stony gate
and the little one
'neath the trees will dance.
© 1969, 1970 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
YO SE QUE NO VENDRAS
POR ESO DIA
TANTE LA OLVIDO
DEJAR UN NUEVO AMOR
TANTE MEJOR
AY COMO EL MIO
DEJAR Y LA VIVE
EN ESTE MUNDO DE TRISTESSA
DEJAR Y LA VIVE
A MI MANERA
YO QUIERO SE
AY NADA MAS
PREFIERARE
Y RECORDAR
UN NUEVE AMOR
TANTO MEJOR
QUI SIERA OLVIDAR
TANTO LA DEJAR
QUI SIERA VIVIR
AY NADA MAS
Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago
About a kingdom on a mountain
And a valley far below
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath a stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own
Chorus:
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat your friend
Do it in the name of heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
On that judgement day
On the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd kill
Came the answer from the kingdom
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain
All the riches buried there.
(chorus)
Now the valley cried in anger
'Mount your horses! Draw your swords!'
And they killed the mountain people
Swore they'd won their just reward.
Down they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it
'Peace on earth' was all it said.
(chorus)
Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells
Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well?
Tears will pour from the Golden Eagle now
He watches as your soul departs
The fields and the sanctuaries soon will overflow
With the solidarity of hearts
Into our lives you came
With us you will remain
You were given to the fight
To the terror of the night
And the many crimes of Cain
Gravely the Black Madonna walks the winter streets
Bright are the many flowers strewn about her feet
Strong is the spirit of a people scorned
Their freedom is a gift of God
Sweet are the children who hold the legacy
Of the solidarity of Hearts
Into our lives you came
With us you will remain
Oh, forgive us all our trespasses
And we will forgive
The many crimes of Cain
Come all of ye fair and silver ladies
Who rise with the dawn
Dreaming of lovers
Sing to the swans
The count gave me a jet black saddle to ride upon
Showed me the view
Showed me the horses
And he showed me you
And you were young as morning sunlight
You lit up another cigarette
And silent, silent, clear and silent were your eyes
I never will forget
And I rode off on the wings of fantasy
Wandering through the corridors
In an ancient violet evening gown
Drunk on champagne
Had to see you again
Found you in the stable, would you saddle me a thoroughbred
And where will you be
When the moon's in the trees
Oh, come to me please
And there I stood a modern Madame Bovary
In a party dress
And silent, silent, yes, your silent eyes said yes
The lady in distress
And the night came down on the wings of fantasy
Well, I had been over a dozen times or more
To the red sand on Normandy's shore
Seen the Abby of Mont. St. Michel
Diamonds of Deauville
Ah, but I've never kissed you before
And you gave your heart to me
Yes, I am a fair and silver lady
I dance in the snow
And follow the stallions
Where the north winds blow
While I was lamenting over my lost youth
You came along
Dreaming of lovers
And an evening song
And, if I am a rose of summer
You are a breath of spring
A garden of delights
And when I feel lonely in days of winter you will ride
To the castle light
And we will fly on the wings of fantasy
On the wings of fantasy
Far as the eye can see
Off the shores of Normandy
I am not on top of a mountain and
I am not under the ground
I am not spilling over the edges
And I am not easily found
I am not in shelter from the winter
When your head is buried in the sand
Why do the secret sellers explain things
Things I already understand
And who do you think I am
Yes you who do you think I am
Once when I was flying past the steeple
The bells were ringing in my ears
And I was counting the broken hearted people
And I was following their tears
I am not sinking in the sadness
I am not throwing bitter stones
I do not worry who will mind me
I am not dancing alone
But you who do you think I am
Yes you who do you say I am
Is it winter where you are
Try to find me if you can
When it's over it's never over
And when it's empty it's never gone
I am in silence gone from danger
Far away is the forgotten one
I am headed from that distant lighthouse
I am twisting towards the sun
I wrap around me all your goodness
If I go that way am I the only one
But you who do you think I am
The trees they grow high,
the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many an hour I have watched him all alone
He's young,
but he's daily growing
Father, dear father,
you've done me great wrong
You have married me to a boy who is too young
I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen
He's young,
but he's daily growing
Daughter, dear daughter,
I've done you no wrong
I have married you to a great lord's son
He'll make a lord for you to wait upon
He's young,
but he's daily growing
Father, dear father, if you see fit
We'll send him to college for one year yet
I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the maidens know that he's married
One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys aplaying with the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing
At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
Father, yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame
And now I'll tell you what's against us
An art that's lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find
What's blackened all of history
Against us is the law
With its immensity of strength and power
Against us is the law!
Police know how to make a man
A guilty or an innocent
Against us is the power of police!
The shameless lies that men have told
Will ever more be paid in gold
Against us is the power of the gold!
Against us is racial hatred
And the simple fact that we are poor
My father dear, I am a prisoner
Don't be ashamed to tell my crime
The crime of love and brotherhood
And only silence is shame
With me I have my love, my innocence,
The workers, and the poor
For all of this I'm safe and strong
And hope is mine
Rebellion, revolution don't need dollars
They need this instead
Imagination, suffering, light and love
And care for every human being
You never steal, you never kill
You are a part of hope and life
The revolution goes from man to man
And heart to heart
And I sense when I look at the stars
That we are children of life
My son, instead of crying be strong
Be brave and comfort your mother
Don't cry for the tears are wasted
Let not also the years be wasted
Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry
If mother wants to be distracted
From the sadness and the soulness
You take her for a walk
Along the quiet country
And rest beneath the shade of trees
Where here and there you gather flowers
Beside the music and the water
Is the peacefulness of nature
She will enjoy it very much
And surely you'll enjoy it too
But son, you must remember
Do not use it all yourself
But down yourself one little step
To help the weak ones by your side
Forgive me, son, for this unjust death
Which takes your father from your side
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you, so do not cry
The weaker ones that cry for help
The persecuted and the victim
They are your friends
And comrades in the fight
And yes, they sometimes fall
Just like your father
Yes, your father and Bartolo
They have fallen
And yesterday they fought and fell
But in the quest for joy and freedom
And in the struggle of this life you'll find
That there is love and sometimes more
Yes, in the struggle you will find
That you can love and be loved also
Forgive me all who are my friends
I am with you
"Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."
Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the merciful
And blessed are the ones who mourn
The step is hard that tears away the roots
And says goodbye to friends and family
The fathers and the mothers weep
The children cannot comprehend
But when there is a promised land
The brave will go and others follow
The beauty of the human spirit
Is the will to try our dreams
And so the masses teemed across the ocean
To a land of peace and hope
But no one heard a voice or saw a light
As they were tumbled onto shore
And none was welcomed by the echo of the phrase
"I lift my lamp beside the golden door."
Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the merciful
Suzane takes you down
To a place by the river
You can see the boats go by
You can spend the night forever
And you know that she's half crazy
That's why you want to be there
She feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
You have no love to give her
She gets you on wave lengths
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you think you'll maybe trust her
'Cause she's touched your
Perfect body with her mind
Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
He spent a long time watching
From a lonely wooden tower
And when He knew for certain
Only drowning men could see Him
He said, "All men shall be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
He Himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a star
And you want to travel with Him
And you want to travel blind
And you think you'll maybe trust Him
'Cause He's touched your
Perfect body with His mind
Suzane takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She's wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun shines down in full
On our lady of the harbor
She shows you where to look
Amongst the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
There are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way for ever
While Suzane holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you think you'll maybe trust her
'Cause she's touched your
Kneeling in the moonlight, gazing on the shore
The girl with the blue bouquet
What if you got it, what you're praying for?
Careful what you pray
You turn around, the old way is gone
You wonder how you will carry on
All my pride, I will lay aside
I will steal across the border for you
Lying in the dusty shadows of your bed
Dreaming on a clear blue sky
Paying for something that you never even did
Victim of a time gone by
You turn around, everything's changed
Familiar scenes have been rearranged
All my life, I will work and strive
I will steal across the border for you
All my pride, I will lay aside
Well I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate?
Or take myself far from this place
I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man has no choice
When he wants everything
[Chorus:]
We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride
Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in the mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything
The dark of night was swiftly fading
Close to the dawn of the day
Why would I want him
Just to lose him again
Lord, his daddy was an honest man
Just a red dirt, Georgia farmer
And his momma lived her short life
Having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years
And he ached inside to wander
So, he jumped a freight at Waycross
And wound up in L.A.
The cold nights had no pity
On that Waycross, Georgia, farm boy
Most days he went hungry
And then the summer came
He met a girl known on the strip
As San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's child
Born of an L.A. street called 'Shame'
Growing up came quietly
In the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings
Brought a meaning to his life
And the night before she left
Aleep came and left that Waycross, country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton
And a California wife
Sunday morning found him standing
'Neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reeling
Put him face down on the floor
And in place of his Mabel Joy
He found a merchant mad marine
Who growled, "Your Georgia neck is red
But sonny, you're still green"
He turned twenty-one
In a gray rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy
On that Waycross, country boy
Staring at those four gray walls
In silence he would listen
To the midnight freight
He knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
Sunday morning found him lying
'Neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried
"Have you seen Mabel Joy?"
Stunned and shaken someone said
"Son, she don't live here no more
No, she left this house four years, today
Recently it all came back to me
Somebody promised us roses
We slid by for awhile on dreams
But today I see what's only a memory
Of a decade ago that vanished from sight
With the speed of a shooting star
Leaving you, leaving me, where we are...
Well, you could say we sailed on stormy seas
Or you could say that we failed
Like seven out of ten in our neighborhood
But I prefer remembering the way we were
When we both thought the other had hung the moon
'Cause all too soon came the troubled times
And the broken rhymes so hard to define 'til recently
Oh, I could have tried for a thousand years
Through the long and winding night
Could have cried another million tears
It would never come out right
And recently the product of all our years
Dressed in a navy blue blazer
Headed for a first class school in the east
And I'd like to say he's hardly a failure now
And neither are you on the second time around
With a wife and a family
And the roses that lately arrived in the new baby's eyes
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
Oh happy day
When Jesus washed
Oh When he washed
When Jesus washed
He Washed my sins away
Oh happy day
Oh no God
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (ooh)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
He Washed my sins away
Oh it's a happy day
Oh no god
He taught me how
To wash
fight and pray
fight and pray
He taught me how
To wash
all my sins
sins away
fight and pray
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (ooh)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
He Washed my sins away
Oh it's a happy day
Oh no god
He taught me how
To wash
fight and pray
fight and pray
He taught me how
To wash
all my sins
sins away
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (oh happy day)
Oh happy day (ooh)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
Oh, When he washed (when Jesus washed)
When Jesus washed (when Jesus washed)
He Washed my sins away
Oh it's a happy day
You've got eyes like Jesus
But you speak with a viper's tongue
We were just sitting around on earth
Where the hell did you come from?
With your lady dressed in deerskin
And an amazing way about her
When are you going to realize
That you just can't live without her?
Take it easy
Take it light
But take it
Your lady gets her power
From the goddess and the stars
You get yours from the trees and the brooks
And a little from life on Mars
And I've known you for a good long while
And would you kindly tell me, mister
How in the name of the Father and the Son
Did I come to be your sister?
Take it easy
Take it light
But take it
You've done dirt to lifelong friends
With little or no excuses
Who endowed you with the crown
To hand out these abuses?
Your lady knows about these things
But they don't put her under
Me, I know about them, too
And I react like thunder
Take it easy
Take it light
But take it
I know you are surrounded
By parasites and sychophants
When I come to see you
I dose up on coagulants
Because when you hurl that bowie knife
It's going to be when my back is turned
Doing some little deed for you
And baby, will I get burned
Take it easy
Take it light
But take it
So little brother when you come
To knock on my door
I don't want to bring you down
But I just went through the floor
My love for you extends through life
And I don't want to waste it
But honey, what you've been dishing out
You'd never want to taste it
And if I had the nerve
To either risk it or to break it
I'd put our friendship on the line
And show you how to take it
Take it easy
Take it light
Where in the hell can you go
Far from the things that you know
Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling
It's way about 1,000 miles a day
Take one last look behind
Commit this to memory and mind
And don't miss this wasteland
This terrible place
When you leave
Keep your heart off your sleeve
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go, don't go, don't you go
Oh, my five and dime queen
Tell me what have you seen?
The lust and the avarice, the bottomless
Cavernous greed, is that what you see?
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go, don't go
It's your happiness I want most of all
And for that I'd do anything at all, oh, mercy me
If you want the best of it or the most of all
If there's anything I can do at all
Now come on shot gun bride
What makes me envy your life?
Faceless, nameless, innocent and blameless
And free, what's that like to be?
Oh, motherland cradle me
Close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go, don't go
Motherland cradle me
Close my eyes, lullaby me to sleep
Keep me safe, lie with me
Stay beside me don't go, don't go
In the time spent in the foggy dew
With the raven and the dove
Barefoot she walked the winter streets
In search of her own true love
For she was Mary Hamilton
And lover of John Riley
And the maid of constant sorrow
And the mother of the doomed Geordie
One day by the banks of the river
Midst tears and gossamer
Sweet Michael rowed his boat ashore
And came to rescue her
And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Could love as she could then?
For was was likened to Pretty Boy Floyd
And also John Riley
And a rake and rambling railroad boy
And the Silkie of the Sule Skerry
And there in the arms of Michael
In their stolen hour
Loud rang the bells of Rhymney
From the ancient church bell tower
And there in the night with Michael
While he lay fast asleep
She put her head to the window pane
And in the fullness of love did weep
And fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Will love as she did then?
You've heard of the House of the Rising Sun
And what careless love can do
You've heard of the wildwood flower
That fades in the morning dew
And of the ship that circles three times round
And sinks beneath the sea
You've heard of Barbary Allen
And now you've heard of me
So fill thee up my loving cup
Fast and to the brim
How many fair and tender maids
Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten
whom I met in the south end of France.
Stepping out of the crowd was the daughter
of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance.
She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car
and pointed out places en route to the village of Arles.
Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night
as I dined in an ancient hotel.
The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century
and they suited her well.
She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen
and laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I'd mean.
Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night
when I sang for the people of Arles.
She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena,
her frame in my mind was never too far.
In the rush that did follow I found she was holding my hand
and ushering me through an evening the elders had planned.
Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember
your eyes, your smile and your grace.
The gold that flowed with your laughter remains
to enlighten the image I have of your face.
For I have seen children with faces much wiser than time,
and you, my Marie, are most certainly one of this kind.
Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I see you again
by plan or by chance.
But if not you'll be there when I'm dreaming of rain over Paris
or sun on the south end of France.
Ladi, lalala, lalala,ladi lalala, lalala.
Ladalalala, ladadadidada, ladadidada, ladadadi.
Ladi ladala lalala, ladiladada dadada
Lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala.
Manha tao bonita manha
Te um dia feliz que chegou.
O sol ne céu surgiu,
e em cada cor brilhou
Voltou o son ho entao ao coracao.
Depois deste dia feliz,
nao sei se outro dia havea
e' nossa a manha, tao bela afina!
Manha de carnaval.
Canta o meu coracao, a alegria voltou,
Tao feliz a manha desse amor.
Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada
lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala.
Te Ador
(Traditional)
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
La la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la.
La la la, la la la, lalalalalalala,
La la la la la la, la la la la.
Te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
Oh, porque se mina gente tatuado,
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's faithful
Yet she's true like fire like ice
People carry roses
Make promises by the hour
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, read deep quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers' nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night wind blows cold n' rainy
My love, she's like some raven
Wake me with kisses in the afternoon
The butler knows any time you arrive is never too soon
He knows just where you are by the sound of your car
He'll be waiting there by the spiral stair
You could drive me crazy with your unkempt hair
You don't know what a comb is and frankly, I don't care
'Cause you're fast and you're wild and you make the butler smile
By bringing me flowers like meteor showers
Which reminds me of something that I've recently seen
It was a look in the eye of Lady Di
As she stood on the balcony knowing the last fantasy of the century was in her long white veil
Maybe she would rather have you than the Prince of Wales
And all the jewels and the crown and all the villages and towns that line the sea of the monarchy
And while I cut the roses, what about Lady Di?
She's a child of the 80's just like you and like I
Think of all of the things that she'll never do
See a rock and roll show, get a heart-shaped tattoo
Wear a t-shirt around in the middle of town
Take a Harley ride as the sun goes down
And think of all the music that I make with you
Let's take a walk on the wild side, baby, I'm in love with you
I will leave my Dior by the cabinet door
And I'll leave my bouquet on the breakfast tray
My parents are out, let's head north of the bay
Maybe go for a sail just like the Prince of Wales
Does he ever love her in the afternoon?
Was the kiss that she gave him in public just a little too soon?
And it's really a shame, she'll take half of the blame
For the boys in the Maze and their numbered days
Yes, there's a tear in the eye of Lady Di
As she looks from the balcony knowing the last fantasy of the century is probably a lie
My heart goes out to you, Princess, lovely Lady Di
For all that it seems, here I stand in my jeans
Can you find another star to dream on
The summer's coming to an end
Say goodbye to all your wandering friends
And lovers, casual confidants
Who shared your dreams
When you were sixteen
And you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang
Pass the pipe and like the sun get higher
In pack of roving wolverines
Placing bets on every girl in teens and jeans
Who eyed you suspiciously
With your biblical hair
And your mystical stare
As you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang
When all your illusions did lie in the palm of your hand
And your limits were only the sky and the rolling sand
And of every summer to come
This summer would be the one
You'd remember forever
In your dreams
Oh, twinkle, twinkle little star
Did you ever wonder who you are
And do you think that life is just a Belushi movie
And the heartbreak years that lie ahead
Be true to yourself and the Grateful Dead
And remember the summer when all was hip and groovy
And you walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
You and James and the gang
Hush little baby, momma once was sixteen
On the back of a Harley Davidson
Boyfriend was a born again
He shouted from the word of Jesus while doing 105
Down the coast highway
Only half a day from where
You walked on the sands of glory
With James and the gang
You were one magnificent story
At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
Though I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry
For leaving what we begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Though I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry
For leaving what we begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
No I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
Floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
Sighing around my heart o'er the fond hopes that die.
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for her lost love that comes not again.
I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low,
Nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling;
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
Happy birthday, Leonid Brezhnev
What a lovely seventy-fifth
We watched the party on TV
You seemed to be taking things casually
What a mighty heart must beat in your breast
To hold forty-nine medals on your chest
Think of all the gifts that you've got
Some were acquired and some were not
Like a natural talent for marionettes
Who do your dirty work and cover your bets
So with one hand waving free
The other one crushed a budding democracy
Congratulations, Jaruzelski
What a wonderful job you have done
Let me mention to a sane man's eye
You've lost the meaning of compromise
They're comparing you to General Pinochet
It's a dubious compliment at best
Your people are freezing, the workers are bleeding
You've already arranged numerous deaths
The only difference in the camps from the stadiums
Is not much for the doomed all cry
It's only the weather and the songs people sing
Just before they die
Do you hear us, Lech Walesa?
What a terrible price you have paid
For being ahead of your time
Has surely constituted a crime
Oh, Mr. Brezhnev, look
Somebody read the little red book
And took it all seriously
The way you did when you were young and you believed
And you workers and you black Madonna
You're not supposed to utter a word
But the courage of you and your man of the year
Is a symphony the world has seldom seen or heard
Through the Siberian gates of hell
The Pope and the bishops are wishing you well
We see your candles in the park
Hear your fearless promises in the dark
How they cheat and when tried to win
They didn't know that there would always be within you
And we hear you, Lech Walesa
Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa
Yes, we hear you, Lech Walesa
When I was young then all my boughs
were thickly hung with glittering hopes.
But one by one they've blown away
and only one remains today.
It flutters out upon the air,
one hope all pinned on gossamer.
What are all lives but gossamer
in one lacy cobweb crossed?
Yet strand by strand we tear at it
until the pattern's lost.
And one by one hopes blow away
till only one remains today.
I hope the forest will return
to climb the mist-hung morning slopes.
Where falling leaves deep-banked in fern
may meet the water ouzel's hopes.
But one by one they've blown away
and only one remains today.
And when the condor opens flight
on crystal air not cracked or stained
by any fallen angel's flight,
these glittering hopes may be regained.
When I was young then all my boughs
were thickly hung with glittering hopes.
But one by one they've blown away
and only one remains today.
It flutters out upon the air,
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Please don't say what train I'm on
And they won't know what route I've gone
Please don't tell 'em what train I'm on
They won't know what route I've gone
When I'm dead and in my grave
No more good times shall I pray?
Place a stone at my head and feet
Tell the world that I've gone to sleep
Place a stone at my head and feet
Tell the world that I've gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Freight train, freight train going so fast
Please don't tell 'em what train I'm on
Well I was looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more
But they didn't show your spirit quite as true
You were turning 'round to see who was behind you
And I took your childish laughter by surprise
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes
Now the things that I remember seem so distant and so small
Though it hasn't really been that long a time
What I was seeing wasn't really happening at all
Although for a while, our path did seem to climb
When you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life
Like a fountain from a pool
Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
You've had to hide sometimes, but now you're all right
And it's good to see your smiling face tonight
Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams
But that magic feeling never seems to last
And while the future's there for anyone to change
Still you know it's seems
It would be easier sometimes to change the past
I'm just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you
In my lessons at love's pain and heartache school
Where if you feel too free and you need something to remind you
There's this loneliness springing up from your life
Like a fountain from a pool
Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
You've had to hide sometimes but now you're all right
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpet play slow
Farewell Angelina
The sky is on fire
And I must go.
There's no need for anger
There's no need for blame
There's nothing to prove
Ev'rything's still the same
Just a table standing empty
By the edge of the sea
Farewell Angelina
The sky is trembling
And I must leave.
The jacks and queens
Have forsaked the courtyard
Fifty-two gypsies
Now file past the guards
In the space where the deuce
And the ace once ran wild
Farewell Angelina
The sky is folding
I'll see you in a while.
See the cross-eyed pirates sitting
Perched in the sun
Shooting tin cans
With a sawed-off shotgun
And the neighbors they clap
And they cheer with each blast
Farewell Angelina
The sky's changing color
And I must leave fast.
King Kong, little elves
On the rooftoops they dance
Valentino-type tangos
While the make-up man's hands
Shut the eyes of the dead
Not to embarrass anyone
Farewell Angelina
The sky is embarrassed
And I must be gone.
The machine guns are roaring
The puppets heave rocks
The fiends nail time bombs
To the hands of the clocks
Call me any name you like
I will never deny it
Farewell Angelina
The sky is erupting
Al preso número nueve ya lo van a confesar
está rezando en la celda con el cura del penal
porque antes de amanecer la vida le han de quitar
porque mató a su mujer y a un amigo desleal
Dice así al confesar
los maté si señor
y si vuelvo a nacer
yo los vuelvo a matar
Padre no me arrepiento
ni me da miedo la eternidad
yo sé que allá en el cielo
el ser supremo nos juzgará
voy a seguir sus pasos
voy a buscarlos al más allá.
a ya ya ya
El preso número nueve era un hombre muy cabal
iba la noche del duelo muy contento en su jacal
pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival
ardió en su pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar
al sonar el clarín se formó el pelotón
y rumbeó al paredón se oyó al preso decir:
Padre no me arrepiento
ni me da miedo la eternidad
yo sé que allá en el cielo
el ser supremo nos juzgará
voy a seguir sus pasos
voy a buscarlos al más allá.
Look for me in crisis centers
Padded cells
Oh, wish me well
Oh, shame, don't blame my mother
As I am moving out I see
she wanted all the best for me
Those were the days when phrases never spoken
led to broken lives
I think of all the things that she once had
Her magic moments with my dad
Before I came, before he left her
And now alone my mother tries
Stands by my bed at night and cries
While I am sleeping in my blue lagoon
Her child of the moon
And neither can you blame my dad
He gave me everything he had
I wish that all the light years between his ears
And my lips were gone
His business kept him on the run
The weekends spared no time for fun
On holidays we drove him crazy
And so he took the easy route
Called up one year and wanted out
And ever since, around my birthday time
I get a line from Dad
Look for me in crisis centers
Padded cells
Oh, wish me well
I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much, here
I can't wait to see you all
And I'm counting the days, dear
I still believe that there's gold
At the end of the world
And I'll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow
It is so hard
And it's cold here
And I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
Up by the Wisconsin border
But I miss you won't believe
Shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch tomorrow
On the day after tomorrow
I close my eyes
Every night
And I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies
Everyone buys
About what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
About all the blood that's been spilled
Look out on the street
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow
You can't deny
The other side
Don't want to die
Any more than we do
What I'm trying to say,
Is don't they pray
To the same God that we do?
Tell me, how does God choose?
Whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel?
And who throws the dice
On the day after tomorrow?
Mmmmmmm...
I'm not fighting
For justice
I am not fighting
For freedom
I am fighting
For my life
And another day
In the world here
I just do what I've been told
You're just the gravel on the road
And the one's that are lucky
One's come home
On the day after tomorrow
And the summer
It too will fade
And with it comes the winter's frost, dear
And I know we too are made
Of all the things that we have lost here
I'll be twenty-one today
I've been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
On the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
We've watched them leaving, seen their ragged flight
Children of the jungle, mothers of the night
A boy of ten by the roadside lies
Hears his future in whispers and cries
And clutching a tiny Buddha charm
A baby dies in his mother's arms
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
Leaving the graves of your ancestors after a thousand years
Leaving a few belongings after a thousand tears
How come you never left before through bombing, famine and flood?
Are the rivers useless now spilling over with blood?
Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow in Cambodia?
I hear there are very few children from ages one to five
It takes more than jungle leaves to keep the young ones alive
I hear some of the rice got through the outside's trying to send to you
There you sit in the ruins of war, the doctors are waiting at your door
And we will try and feed you, try and go to you
People of Kampuchea, Cambodia
A little way in from the border in the crowded camps
I've seen mothers giving birth, seen beautiful orphans dance
An old man turns and covers his eyes, he was never supposed to cry
With sons and daughters and home and wife
Taken from him in his autumn life
Should we try and feed you, say hello to you
Old man of Kampuchea, Kampuchea, Cambodia
Call another conference, write another song
Deliver another ton of rice and hope it gets where it belongs
And rival teams of bandits are really the only choice
Even if the people had their bellies filled, even if the people had a voice
And meanwhile, lovers are caught in the crossfire
Children are caught in the barbed wire
Military sinks in the mire
Let me show it to you
Is there only sorrow, only sorrow in Cambodia?
Is there no tomorrow, no tomorrow in Cambodia?
Still we'll try and feed you, try and show to you
The winter season of the year
When to this world our Lord was born
The ox and donkey, so they say
Did keep his holy presence warm
How many oxen and donkeys now
If they were there when first he came
How many oxen and donkeys you know
At such a time would do the same?
And on that night it has been told
These humble beasts so rough and rude
Throughout the noght of holy birth
Drank no water, ate no food
How many oxen and donkeys now
If they were there when first he came
How many oxen and donkeys you know
At such a time would do the same?
As soon as to these humble beasts
Appeared our Lord, so mild and sweet
With joy they knelt before his Grace
And gently kissed His tiny feet
How many oxen and donkeys now
Dressed in ermine, silk and such,
How many oxen and donkeys you know
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned?
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
How many years must some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see the answer?
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times can man look up
Before he sees the sky?
How many years must one person have
Before he can hear people cry?
And how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Oh, the answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
I ASKED MY LOVE TO TAKE A WALK,
TO TAKE A WALK, JUST A LITTLE WALK,
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,
DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OLD OHIO.
AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU`LL BE MINE
IN NO OTHERS ARMS ENTWINE,
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,
DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OLD OHIO.
I HELD A KNIFE AGAINST HER BREAST
AS INtO MY ARMS SHE PRESSED,
SHE CRIED, "OH, WILLIE, DON`T MURDER ME,
I`M NOT PREPARED FOR ETERNITY."
AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU`LL BE MINE
IN NO OTHERS ARMS ENTWINE
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW
DOWN BY THE BANKS OF THE OLD OHIO
I STARTED HOME `TWEEN TWELVE AND ONE,
I CRIED, "MY GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?
I KILLED THE ONLY WOMAN I LOVED,
BECAUSE SHE WOULD NOT BE MY BRIDE."
AND ONLY SAY THAT YOU`LL BE MINE
IN NO OTHERS ARMS ENTWINE,
DOWN BESIDE WHERE THE WATERS FLOW,
Just the pattern of sunlight on a building
Just a flash in the window I was passing
Just a frame in a movie I remembered
Amsterdam
Just the sound of a wheel in the gravel
Just the click of a heel on the pavement
Just a moment like any other moment
Amsterdam
I remember your lips, I remember your eyes
And the taste of your kiss and your graceful goodbye
You lied, goodbye
Just the scent of perfume on the linen
Just the print of a palm on the pillow
Just the hint of the moon through the window
Amsterdam
Just a ghost in the steam on the mirror
Just a shadow of motion in the water
Just a need to look over my shoulder
Amsterdam
I remember your lips, I remember your eyes
And the taste of your kiss and your graceful goodbye
You lied, goodbye
Just two lovers asleep in the silence
As I walk from the door
Just the weight of a heart as it's falling
Nothing more
I remember your lips, I remember your eyes
And the taste of your kiss and your graceful goodbye
You lied, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Though the songwriters of the industry
Write most of the songs I do
And it's clear that no one will ever
Sing them quite the way I do
I think tonight I'll sit down and write
A heartfelt line or two
And if they turn out good enough
I owe every word to you
To the kid I thought was a little too young
To know what sadness was
Who took me out when I was down
And set out to find the cause
Of why the lady had the blues
And seemed on the verge of tears
I tell you that kid must have been around
For a hundred and fifty years
And to the tough guy blonde with the front tooth gone
And ships all over his chest
Who approached me out on the promenade
Of the beach heading into the west
His friends lay around on the muscleman lawn
Like a drunken pirate band
But he turned into a gentleman
Called me a lady and kissed my hand
Though the songwriters of the industry
Write most of the songs I do
And it's clear that no one will ever
Sing them quite the way I do
I think tonight I'll sit down and write
A heartfelt line or two
And if they turn out good enough
I owe every word to you
To the man and the woman who threw me a glance
As they picnicked by the sea
And returned their gaze to the kid and the food
So as not to bother me
They got up to leave and the woman looked on
As the man leaned down to say
"You've always meant so much to us
Don't want to bother you and have a nice day"
And to the band of gypsies I call friends
Who speak so carefully
To their friend with a life unlike their own
In its strange complexities
Who have the patience of the saints
When I've been down for a spell
I wish it were a whole lot easier
To find the words to wish them well
Though the songwriters of the industry
Write most of the songs I do
And it's clear that no one will ever
Sing them quite the way I do
I think tonight I'll sit down and write
A heartfelt line or two
And if they turn out good enough
Why is it that as we grow older and stronger
The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid
Sayin', "You never can win
Watch your back, where's your husband?"
I don't like the signs that the signmakers made
So I'm gonna steal out with my paint and my brushes
I'll change the directions, I'll hit every street
It's the Tinseltown scandal, the Robin Hood vandal
She goes out and steals the King's English
And in the morning you wake up and the signs point to you
They say, "I'm so glad that you finally made it here
You thought nobody cared but I did, I could tell
And this is your year and it always starts here
And oh oh oh, you're aging well"
Now I know a woman with a collection of sticks
She could fight back the hundreds of voices she heard
She could poke at the greed, she could fend off her need
And in anger she found she could pound every word
But one voice got through and caught her up by surprise
It said, "Don't hold us back, we're the story you tell"
No sooner than spoken the spell had been broken
And the voices before her were trumpets and tympani
Violins, basses and woodwinds and cellos
Singing, "We're so glad that you finally made it here
You thought nobody cared, but we did, we could tell
Now you'll dance through the days while the orchestra plays
And oh oh oh, you're aging well"
Now when I was fifteen, no I knew it was over
The road to enchantment was not mine to take
'Cause lower calf, upper arm should be half what they are
I was breaking the laws that the signmakers made
And all I could eat was the poisonous apple
And that's not a story I was meant to survive
An' I was all out of choices but the woman of voices
She turned 'round the corner with music around her
She gave me the language that keeps me alive
She said, "I'm so glad that you finally made it here
With the things you know now, that only time could tell
Looking back, seeing far, landing right where we are
And oh oh oh, you're aging, oh oh oh, and I am aging
Been sitting on old park benches
Brother, hasn't it been fun?
But you remember me from the trenches
I fought in World War One
Yes, you saw us off at the troop train
Smiling a brave goodbye
But where were you when we came home
To claim our apple pie
Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
Where's our apple pie?
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
Now where's our apple pie?
World War Two was a favorite
God was surely on our side
The teenage kids enlisted with
The blessings of their daddys' pride
Well the wars may change but not so the glaze
In the young boys' eyes
When they cry out for their mamas
In the hours before they die
Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
Where's our apple pie?
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
Now where's our apple pie?
I volunteered for the last one
And I don't want to moralize
But somehow I thought we deserved the best
For the way we threw away our lives
For we all believed in something
I know it wasn't very clear
But I know it wasn't rats in a hospital room
And a broken-down wheelchair
Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
Where's our apple pie?
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
Now where's our apple pie?
Yes, Johnny finally got his gun
Before he got his apple pie
Now he hasn't got a hand to eat it with
But still he doesn't want to die
Because he prefers to go on fighting
And let his baby brother know
When the next time around the call goes out
It's "Hell no, we won't go!"
There'll be no World War Three, my friends
There'll be no World War Three
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
We are the Warriors of the Sun
We are the Warriors of the Sun
If it's true about no more water but the fire next time
Will the children of the eighties be ashes or live to their prime
If we don't heed reasonable people and their warnings of days to come
We'll all be incinerated Warriors of the Sun
We'll be there to feed the hungry and to tend to the sick
We'll be there when the night gets black and the going gets thick
We'll be there to carry your feeble, your hopeless and your weary ones
We are the Warriors of the Sun
The black angel of Memphis is by our side
He walked and he talked in truth until the day that he died
He said, "It ain't what you can do for me, ah, but what can I do for thee?"
And he took us to the mountaintop and he set us free
We are the Warriors of the Sun
We may be crazy
And it may be our final run
We are the Warriors of the Sun
Everybody knows that the whale is smarter than we
Probably that's why we call him the king of the sea
We're killing everything on dry land, why don't we just let the fishes be
Some of us are Greenpeace Warriors of the Sea
We are the Warriors of the Sun
We are the Warriors of the Sun
We are the Warriors of the Sun
Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
My eyes are flowers on your tomb
And if I cannot eat my bread
My fasts shall live like willows where you died
If in the heat I find no water for my thirst
My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler
Come, in your labor find a resting place
And in my sorrows lay your head
Brother, take my life and bread
And buy yourself a better bed
Take my breath and take my death
Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani
When all the men of war are killed
And flags have fallen into dust
Your cross and mine will tell men still
He died on each for both of us
That we might become the brothers of God
And learn to know the Christ of burnt men
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain
He weeps in the ruins of my spring
The money of whose tears shall fall
Into your weak and friendless hand
And buy you back to your own land
The silence of whose tears shall fall
Like bells upon your alien tomb
Hear them and come, they call you home
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
Yes, if they had been there
They would have taken that crown of thorns from his hair
And stayed for a while in that place of despair
Ah, but what do I see, my brother is there
At night in the safety of shadows and numbers
Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers
The buying and selling of casual looks
Stuff that gets printed in x-rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find yourself some relief
Finely plucked eyebrows and skin of satin
Smiling seductive and endlessly Latin
Olympic body on dancing feet
Perfume thickening the air like heat
A transient star of gay bar fame
You quit your job and changed your name
And you're nearly beyond belief
As you hunt down a little relief
The seven foot black with the emerald ring
Broke up a fight without saying a thing
As the cops cruised by wanting one more chance
To send Jimmy Baldwin back over to France
And a trucker with kids and a wife
Prefers to spend half of his life
In early Bohemian motif
Playing pool and getting relief
My favorite couple was looking so fine
Dancing in rhythm and laughing in rhyme
In the light of the jukebox all yellow and blue
Holding each other as young lovers do
To me they will always remain
Unshamed, untamed, and unblamed
The altar boy and the thief
Grabbing themselves some relief
The altar boy and the thief
We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, "No"?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone and life is brief
We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
Now, I want you to know that while we watched
You discover there was no one true
Most everybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low and life is brief
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window
In the night when the moon was in the yard
He took her hand in his and shook the long hair
From his neck and he told her she'd been working much too hard
It was true that ever since the day
Her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet's pride
She laughed and talked alot with new people on the block
But always at evening time she cried
And here's to the dawn of their days
She moved her head a little down on the bed
Until it rested softly on his knee
And there she dropped her smile and there she sighed awhile
And told him all the sadness of those years that numbered three
Well, you know I think my fate's belated
Because of all the hours I waited for the day when I'd no longer cry
I get myself to work by eight but oh, was I born too late
Do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try?
And here's to the dawn of their days
He just put his arm around her and that's the way I found her
eight months later to the day
The lines of a smile erased the tear tracks upon her face
A smile that could linger, even stay
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
With his gay bride of flowers
The prince of the hours
Of her lifetime
They sat together in the park as the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him he felt a spark tingle to his bones
It was when he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked down by the old canal a little confused I remember well
And then they stopped in a strange hotel with the neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
And moving with a simple twist of fate
Saxophone some place nearby played she was walking on by at the arcade
As a light burst through a bead of shade
But as he was waking she dropped a coin into a cup of a blind man
That became and both got a bout of a simple twist of fate
He woke up and the room was bear, he didn't see he anywhere
He told himself he didn't care, he pushed the window open wide
He felt an emptiness inside too
He could just not relate but by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks small waves whisper to the rocks
He hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all come in perhaps he'll see her once again
How long must he wait once more for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it's a crime to feel to much at any one time
All it cost me was a dime but the bells refuse to ring
He was born in the spring but I was born to late to blame
Oh, all the money in my whole life I spent
Be it mine right or wrongfully
I let it slip gladly past the hands of my friends
To tie up the time most forcefully
But the bottles are done, we've killed each one
And the tables are full and overflowed
And the corner sign says, "It's closing time"
So I'll bid farewell and be down the road
Oh, every boy that ever I've touched
I did not do it harmfully
And every boy that ever I've hurt
I did not do it knowingly
But to remain as friends, you need the time
To make amends and stay behind
And since my feet are now fast and point away from the past
I'll bid farewell and be down the line
Oh, every foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came
And every cause that ever I fought
I fought it full without regret or shame
But the dark does die as the curtain is drawn
And somebody's eyes must meet the dawn
And if I see the day I'll only have to stay
So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone
Oh, a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me
But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick
It can pierce through the dust no matter how thick
So I'll make my stand and remain as I am
Please come to Boston in the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings out on the sidewalk
But a café where I hope that I'll be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said, "No, won't you come home to me?"
I said, "Ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down?
Boston ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Please come to Denver with the snowfall
We'll move up into the mountains so far we can't be found
I'll shout 'I love you' echoes into the canyon
And then lie awake at night till they come back around
Please come to Denver
But I said, "No, won't you come home to me?"
I said, "Ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down?
Denver ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Now this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
I doubt if it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost and found
And all that I ain't got
I still need a cling to somebody I can sing to
Please come to L.A. and live forever
A California life alone is just too hard to build
I've got a house that looks out over the ocean
And some stars that fell from the sky livin' up on the hill
Please come to L.A.
But I said, "No, won't you come home to me?"
I said, "Ramblin' boy, why don't you settle down?
L.A. ain't your kinda town
There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Early early in the game
I taught myself to sing and play
And use a little trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinoline slips
And cotton skirts and swinging hips
And dangerously painted lips
And stars of stage and screen
Pedal pushers, ankle socks
Padded bras and campus jocks
Who hid their vernal equinox
In pairs of faded jeans
And slept at home resentfully
Coveting their dreams
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Yellow, brown, and black and white
Our Father bless us all tonight
I bowed my head at the football games
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name
Lusting after football heroes
tough Pachuco, little Neroes
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
Futures unforeseen
Spending all my energy
In keeping my virginity
And living in a fantasy
In love with Jimmy Dean
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
I will be your queen
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
I travelled all around the world
And knew more than the other girls
Of foreign languages and schools
Paris, Rome and Istanbul
But those things never worked for me
The town was much too small you see
And people have a way of being
Even smaller yet
But all the same though life is hard
And no one promised me a garden
Of roses, so I did okay
I took what I could get
And did the things that I might do
For those less fortunate
And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest lullaby
Now look at you, you must be growing
A quarter of an inch a day
You've already lived near half the years
You'll be when you go away
With your teddy bears and alligators
Enterprise communicators
All the tiny aviators head into the sky
And while the others play with you
I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
And if you should ever wonder
How the years and you'll survive
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
Dances on the strings for you
Opens her heart and brings to you
Come gather 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised up on the other
In the wee hours of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was a-humming
Till one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well, a long winter's wait
From the window I watched
My friends, they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh, the years passed again
And the givin' was good
With the lunch buckets filled every season
What with three babies born
The work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut
And my work, it was cut
And the firing air, it felt frozen
Till a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin'
They complained in the East
That they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down
In South American town
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues, it was building
Then one morning's wake
The bed, it was bare
And I's left alone with three children
The summer is gone
The ground's turning cold
The stars, one by one, they're a-foldin'
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I met in the south end of France
Stepping out of a crowd was the daughter of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance
She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car
And pointed out places en route to the village of Arles
Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night as I dined in an ancient hotel
The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century and they suited her well
She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen
And laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I mean
Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night when I sang for the people of Arles
She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena, her frame in my mind was never too far
In the rush that did follow, I found she was holding my hand
And ushering me through an evening the elders had planned
Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember your eyes, your smile, and your grace
The gold that flowed with your laughter remain to enlighten the image I have of your face
For I have seen children whose faces are wiser than time
And you, my Marie, are most certainly one of that kind
Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I'll see you again, by plan or by chance
But if not, you'll be there when I'm dreaming of rain over Paris, or sun in the south end of France
Michael row your boat ashore
Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore
Hallelujah.
Michael's boat is a music boat
Hallelujah.
Michael's boat is a music boat
Hallelujah.
Sister help to trim the sail
Hallelujah.
Sister help to trim the sail
Hallelujah.
Jordan's river is deep and wide
Hallelujah.
Meet my mother on the other side
Hallelujah.
Jordan's river is chilly and cold
Hallelujah.
Kills a body but not the soul
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes
You're covered in rain
You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes
You're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
On some sunny day and always stay, Mary
Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary she moves behind me
She leaves her fingerprints everywhere
Everytime the snow drifts, everytime the sand shifts
Even when the night lifts, she's always there
Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruin
you're covered in secrets
Your'e covered in treetops, you're covered in birds
who can sing a million songs without any words
You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroud
of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
on some sunny day and always stay
You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red
You like softball, oh, and the Grateful Dead
Why am I attracted to
The body and the mind of you?
You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer's eyes
And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize
Running through a field of flames
Playing our forbidden game
Camouflaging all, you pass me in the hall
Leaving me standing naked with my feelings
Did you see me here, swallowing my tears?
Everything that was solid now is reeling
Ah, but I know you, oh, and you know me, too
You know the closet, oh, that I share with you
There are places we could go
No one would ever, ever know
Let's try real time, oh, come sit on my bed
We had an apartment in the city
Me and Loretta liked living there
It's been years since the kids have grown
A lives of their own left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger
Old rivers grow wilder every day
But old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
She sits and stares through the back door screen
All the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
What will I tell him if he asks, "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do"
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger
Rivers grow wilder every day
But old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello"
So, if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
Like you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello"
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties
You had three sons
Handsome husband by your side
I flirted with everyone
Your husband, aging but vain
With the ladies was quite renowned
Author of books made famous
On his years in the French Underground
But you, Luba, the Baroness
It was really your blue blood
No one could touch you with kid gloves
And no one ever should
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le pere du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ceil
The youngest son Jerome
Brighter than he could be
Preferred the darkened corners
And was even a little too young for me
Tall and shy and crafty
He was oh so scholarly then
Got married later on
Had a child by the name of Julian
The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother
On Russian aristocracy
With wits like sabre through silk
He was the wisest one
Married and remarried
Had a child by the name of Sebastian
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le pere du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans le ceil
Ah my sweet Christophe
You were only seventeen
First family dinners with the gypsies
Finger chimes and tambourines
With candlelit eyes of experience
Oh how you laughed at me
As I became rapidly foolish
Under your gaze and on red burgundy
In sixty-nine your father died
I saw you in the years between
Handsome, impetuous son of the rich
Taking care of your mother, the queen
And you are married now as well
It was inevitable
Three day wedding in the south of France
To an angel named Annabelle
Recently I was in France
I called you on the phone
Caught racing back through memories
Luba was at home
Her voice sounded quite the same
As we touched on the amenities
Suddenly it fell and shattered
Like a thousand broken tiffanies
In November Jean Francoise died
We were all there by his side
Sorry, darling, that I cried
It's hard to keep these things inside
Where are you staying and how's your son?
No, we hardly told anyone
How long are you here, are you with someone?
Hold it, I'll put Christophe on the phone
Ah my sweet Christophe
Same damn voice
Hell of a way to become the eldest son
It's true you had no choice
And you and Annabelle
You must take care of her
Yes, I'll be over later on
And I'll bring my guitar
While going through things afterward
A letter she wrote and never sent
A single phrase stood out to you
These are the words and how it went...
And the hands of little Julian
Will guide you well
Et le pere du petit Sebastian
They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
The couch is gold with a floral design
And the wine is Germany's best
And the wine is Germany's best
My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
Frankfurt is covered with snow
And numbly they ride on an icy wind
To places they're longing to go
To places they're longing to go
I remember the tall dark Irish rose
Who held me in my limousine
And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever so true
And soft as the Irish fog
And lost in the Irish fog
I remember the boy from the monastery
Who wanted to be a monk
But he brought flowers and wine to my room
And we both got happily drunk
And we both got perfectly drunk
He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
His eyes were alexandrite blue
He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
And I wanted to marry him too
Yes I wanted to marry him too
There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
Kept telling me I was still young
He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
Round my eyes saying I was the one
Forever that I'd be the one
He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
He was very much on the go
We followed each other for over a year
I couldn't have married him though
So we just lived in sin on the road
There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
Two days were never too long
He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
But I already wrote him a song
Yes, I already wrote him a song
So here I sit with my basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
I finished my bottle of Germany's best
And concluded my thoughts on the past
Ten years ago on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the Town Hall light
The people who saw, they all agreed
That the slayer, who ran, looked a lot like me
The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die"
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife
She walks these hills in a long black veil
Visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
The scaffold is high, eternity near
She stands in the crowd, she sheds not a tear
But sometimes at night, when the cold winds moan
In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones
She walks these hills in a long black veil
Visits my grave when the night winds wail
Away by the waters so blue
The ladies were winding their way
While Pharaoh's little daughter went down to the water
To bathe in the cool of the day
Before it was dark she opened the ark
And found the sweet babe that was there
And away by the waters so blue
The infant was lonely and sad
She took him in pity and thought him so pretty
And it made little Moses so glad
She called him her own, her beautiful son
And she sent for a nurse who was near
And away by the waters so blue
They carried that beautiful child
To his tender mother, to his sister and brothers
Little Moses looked happy and smiled
His mother so good did all that she could
To raise him and teach him with care
And away by the sea that was red
Little Moses the servant of God
While in him confided, the sea was divided
As upwards he lifted his rod
And the Jews safely crossed while Pharaoh's host
Was drowned in the waters and lost
And away on a mountain so high
The last that he ever did see
With Israel victorious, his hopes were most glorious
That soon all the Jordan be free
When his spirit did cease, he departed in peace
Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of town
Long black braids like anchor chains, how they weighed her down
Dark eyes, pale skin
Mean dad, she was my second grade friend, my very best friend
She had four older brothers that I sometimes dreamed about
Mennonite children like wild Indians in a one room schoolhouse
At sixteen she ran away
Married, her first chance to escape
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily
A lifetime later I passed through Buffalo and found her house
Same sweet Lily was looking through the eyes
Of the woman I was talking to now, she gave me a rose she made
Of silk and memories of a lost yesterday
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily
Two silhouettes in the afternoon
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Oh Lily, why'd you have to cut your hair
Oh Lily, I loved us just the way we were
Princess of the field and daughter of the moon
Once again the workers rise with the lark
There's a mass going on in the people's park
Silent and determined they set to embark
On a three day fast and a five mile march
For a man's been shot on the picket line
Sixty years of strength was young for dying
His family is here with eyes of red
His wife steps down with feet of lead
And the sun shines down upon
The old man whose days are done
For a martyr has been taken
He is old Juan de la Cruz
And a century of women pray
At the casket before them laid
And the Virgin of Guadalupe
Watches over de la Cruz
As the heat poured down on the field below
The lead came a-flying from the vineyard row
De la Cruz and his wife never ducked or ran
Union folks since the fight began
People scattered out laying low to the ground
And slowly arose as the dust died down
Birds fluttered soft in his sweet wife's breast
As the bullets sank deep in the old man's chest
The tears fell as Cesar read
The eulogy for the dead
And the Bishop broke the people's bread
Over old Juan de la Cruz
In the pitch of night a deal was made
The deck's oldest card was played
And the devil watched someone get paid
For the death of de la Cruz
Thirty years ago in the same damn spot
The people who ordered the workers shot
Fought as the poor for the same damn right
Of their children to sleep well fed at night
Oh Children of Brotherhood how you've grown
But the seeds of hate were early sown
I see that your souls have long since flown
To the river of greed where angels moan
Midst flowered veils and weathered graves
And flags where the great black eagle waves
Nosotros Venceremos plays
For old Juan de la Cruz
There's work today that must be done
Pray for the man who held the gun
And with sightless eyes shot down the one
Called old Juan de la Cruz
The rest of our story now soft and clear
How half our daily bread appears
Picked through the summer by young and old
Whose earnings must last through the winter's cold
By children who have stood with their backs bent down
To scrape the roots from the grower's ground
And mothers who have wept the night away
For a child born dead on a rainy day
Well it's true that blessed are the poor
Through an iron mist - I can't be sure -
It looks like I see heaven's door
Swinging wide for de la Cruz
The nuns, the priests and the workers sing
Through a valley of blood their voices ring
Hallelujah, he is risen, and thank you, Lord
For old Juan de la Cruz
Hallelujah, he is risen, and thank you, Lord
I was walkin`
Walkin` down the Jericho road
And every mile that I traveled showed
And I`m walkin` down the Jericho road
I just kept on walkin`
Walkin` down the Jericho road
And the sun set red over fields of gold
And I`m walkin` down the Jericho road
Well Joshua fit the battle, that`s how the story goes
And the walls come a-tumb-a-lin` down I know
But I`m still walkin`
Walkin` down the Jericho road
I met my mother walkin` down the Jericho road
Tears in her eyes and her head hung low
And she was walkin` down the Jericho road
I met my father walkin` down the Jericho road
His back bent over from a heavy load
And he was walkin`down the Jericho road
I said "papa, don`t you know me? Won`t you lay your burden down?"
He just shook his head and told me "son, you better turn around"
And he kept on walkin`
Walkin` down the Jericho road
I met my brother walkin` down the Jericho road
And his hands were bloody but his face was clean
And he was walkin` down the Jericho road
I met my sister walkin` down the Jericho road
With a babe in her arms that I`d never seen
And she was walkin` down the Jericho road
She said "it`s just a little orphan child I found along the way
I`ll raise him as my own and he`ll forgive us all someday"
And she kept on walkin`
Walkin` down the Jericho road
I met my mother
I met my father
I met my brother
Well there you stand
A figure at my door
And shadows fall
On those that are no more
And each time I love and take the fall
Then like the sun I rise above it all
In the morning light
In the morning light
Yes now's the time
The time I shed my tears
And now's the time
The time I know my fears
Now's the time
The time I feel the years
But come on in
The wind is on your heels
In the morning light
In the morning light
Let us now lay down the fight
Let us now make all things right
At the closing of the night
In the morning light
In the morning light
In the morning light
My room is small
The curtains are of gold
And down below
The Paris streets are cold
Here in my room I've loved a thousand times
Well, seriously, I've sung a thousand rhymes
In the morning light
In the morning light
Let us now lay down the fight
Let us now make all things right
Standing at the edge of night
In the morning light
In the morning light
Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try
No people below us, above it's only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do
No need to kill or die for and no religions too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger a brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing for the world
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Take my hand and join us
I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil and in the end is always left so alone
That man who with his fingers cheats, who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like ironsides, whose tears are like rain
Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing and who fills his town with blood
Whose visions in the final end must shatter like the glass
Here by my window in Germany
A morning bird flies close to me
On his wing I see a yellow star
The lights are on in the factory
The frost is hung on the linden tree
And I remember where we are
And I remember the holocaust
I remember all we lost
The families torn and the borders crossed
And I sing of it now for Sasha
A young German officer lies in his bed
Bandages from toe to head
A prisoner of the camps draws nigh
If you are Abel and I am Cain
Forgive me from my bed of pain
I know not why we die
It was I who ordered the building burned
The job was over and as I turned
A father and his son
Caught in the flames high above the ground
From cradled arms the boy looked down
One leap and their lives were done
And I remember the holocaust
I remember all we lost
The children gone and the borders crossed
And I sing of it now for Sasha
You in frozen streets of Heidelberg
Your youth unbearded takes form in words
And the ghosts of the past are kind
For this was your university
The years were long but the spirits free
And your river runs to the Rhine
The smoke filled taverns that you once roamed
With the discontented who'd stayed at home
You must have whiskey or you'll die
The beer garden under the old chateau
Our faces now in the candle glow
See the memories how they shine
But you remember the holocaust
You remember all we lost
The families torn and the borders crossed
Along came the F-15 the swiftest on the line
Running over the C and O road just twenty minutes behind
Running into Sou'ville headquarters on the line
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying, ?My darling son, be careful how you run
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time?
Up the road he darted against the rocks he crushed
Upside down the engine turned and Georgie's breast did smash
His head was against the firebox door the flames were rolling high
I'm glad I was born to be an engineer on the C and O road to die
The doctor said to Georgie, ?My darling son be still
Your life may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will?
?Oh no?, said George, ?That will not do I want to die so free
I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty three?
The doctor said to Georgie, ?Your life cannot be saved?
Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave
His face was covered up with blood his eyes you could not see
"Help me in my weakness"
I heard the drifter say
As they carried him from the courtroom
And were taking him away
"My trip hasn't been a pleasant one
My time it isn't long
And I still do not know
What it was that I've done wrong"
Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside
A tear came to his eye
"You fail to understand", he said
"Why must you even try?"
Outside, the crowd was stirring
You could hear it from the door
Inside, the judge was stepping down
While the jury cried for more
"Oh, stop that cursed jury"
Cried the attendant and the nurse
The trial was bad enough
But this is ten times worse
Just then a bolt of lightning
Struck the courthouse out of shape
And while everybody knelt to pray
Down in yon forest there's stands a hall
The bells of paradise I heard them ring
It's covered all over with purple and pall
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
In that hall there stands a bed
The bells of paradise I heard them ring
It's covered all over with scarlet so red
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
At the bed side there lies a stone
The bells of paradise I heard them ring
Which the sweet virgin Mary knelt upon
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
Under that bed there runs a flood
The bells of paradise I heard them ring
The one half runs water
And other runs blood
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
At the bed's foot there grows a thorn
The bells of paradise I heard them ring
Whichever blows blossoms
Since He was born
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
Over that bed the moon shines bright
The bells of paradise I heard them ring
Denoting our Saviour was born this night
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don
"Stop complaining", said the farmer
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free?
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna
Well, I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well, you burst on the scene, already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
'Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes, I once loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our alliance.
And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our alliance.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown
We're tender as a Lotus and we're tougher than a stone.
And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden.
We like the music of the sixties
It's The Rolling Stones
The Beatles and The Doors.
Flower children
Woodstock and the war.
but it's getting harder to deceive us.
And we don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus
Jimmy Hendrix is playing on.
We know Janis Joplin was the Rose
but all the stuff she put in her arm.
We are not alone.
We're the children of the eighties haven't we grown
. . .
Some of us are the sisters and the brothers
We take a leatherjacket and a single golden earring.
Hang out at Discos
Rock shows
lose our hearing
Take uppers
downers
blues and reds and yellows.
Our brains are turning to jello
We are looking forward to the days when we live inside of a purple haze.
And the salvation of the soul is Rock and Roll
We are the children of the eighties haven't we grown
. . .
Recently have you looked in our eyes
Maybe with your conscience in disguise.
We're well informed and we are wise
please stop telling us lies.
We know Afganistan's invaded and we know El Salvador's dictated
but our lives have just begun
we are the warriers of the sun.
We're the golden boys and the golden girls
For a better world.
We are the children of the eighties haven't we grown
I don't wanna hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there's a life below me
But all that you can show me
Is the Prarie and the sky
I don't wanna hear your sad stories
About heartache and desire
The last time I felt like this
I was in the wilderness
And the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain, in the night
And I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face
Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive
I have come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they roll down
Out on a highway ninety-five
Pretending it's the ocean
Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean
You know what I mean
And I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face
I'm sailin' away my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landin'?
No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love
There's nothing I'm wishin' to be ownin'
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, that I just though you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
Oh God, if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
That I might be gone a long old time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin'?
Oh how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
For the same thing I would want from you today
I would want again tomorrow
Well I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a sailin'
Sayin', "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
Depends on how I'm feelin'"
So take heed, take heed of the Western wind
Take heed of stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The clouds they were grey and the autumn wind blew
And Denise McNair brought the number to two
The falcon of death was a creature they knew
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground
And people all over the earth turned around
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
The men in the forest they once asked of me
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea
I asked them right back with a tear in my eye
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
We may not always be the best of lovers
But if you leave it to me I think I can see
We'll always be the best of friends
And one day when I am old and on the porch
With knittings around my knees you hear me say
Excuse me please, but aren't you the one
And wasn't it fun way back when
Or maybe in a year you'll reappear
And if that should come true
I'd throw my arms around you and watch you smile
Just for awhile once again
We may not always be the best of lovers
But if you leave it to me I think I can see
We'll always be the best of friends
La la la
The best of friends
La la la
The best of friends
How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had his money, I could do things my way?"
Little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in a hundred with a satisfied mind
Once I was waitin' for fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed for to get a start in life's game
Suddenly it happened, I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind
When my life is ended, my time has run out
My trials and my loved ones, I'll leave them no doubt
But one thing's for certain, when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's hard, and it's hard, it's hard, and it's hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin'
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's hard, and it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, is it roared out a warnin'
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's hard, and it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Oh, who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what'll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
Well, I'm a goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a fallin'
Well, I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, and none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'
And it's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
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