Here’s To You – Joan Baez
Here’s to you, Nicola and BartRest forever here in our heartsThe last and final moment is yoursThat agony is your triumph
Here’s to you, Nicola and BartRest forever here in our heartsThe last and final moment is yoursThat agony is your triumph
In south carolinaThere are many tall pinesI remember the oak treeThat we used to climbBut it makes me feel betterEach time it beginsCallin’ me homeHickory windI started out youngerAt most everythingAll the riches and pleasuresWhat else could life bringBut now when I’m lonesomeI always pretendThat I’m gettin’ the feel ofHickory windIt’s a hard way to …
Early early in the gameI taught myself to sing and playAnd use a little trickeryOn kids who never favored meThose were years of crinoline slipsAnd cotton skirts and swinging hipsAnd dangerously painted lipsAnd stars of stage and screenPedal pushers, ankle socksPadded bras and campus jocksWho hid their vernal equinoxIn pairs of faded jeansAnd slept at …
“Well met, well met, my own true love,Well met, well met,” cried he.“I’ve just returned from the salt, salt seaAll 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 goldAll for the love of thee.” “Well, if you could have married …
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 …
I talked to your mother and I talked to your dadThey say they’ve tried, but all in vainI’ve begged and I’ve pleadedI’ve even got madNow we must face it, you give me a pain How can I miss you if you won’t go away?I Keep telling you day after dayBut you won’t listen, you always …
How Can I Miss You – Joan Baez (feat. Mimi Fariña) Read More »
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 …
I am a wanderer, feet on the ground,Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds.I own the star above some distant shore,Wandering ever more. I am a refugee torn from my land,Cast off to travel this world to its end.Never to see my proud mountains againBut I still remember them. [Instrumental] I am …
They say ev’rything can be replaced,Yet ev’ry distance is not near.So I remember ev’ry faceOf ev’ry man who put me here.I see my light come shiningFrom 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 …
I Shall Be Released – Joan Baez (originally by Bob Dylan) Read More »
I live one day at a timeI dream one dream at a timeYesterday’s dead, and tomorrow is blindAnd 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 goneDon’t ask how long I plan to stayIt never crossed my mindCuz I …
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 …
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 …
I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine – Joan Baez (originally by Bob Dylan) Read More »
I gave my love a cherry which had no stoneI gave my love a chicken which had no boneI gave my love a story which had no endI gave my love a baby with no cryin’ How can there be a cherry which has no stone?How can there be a chicken which has no bone?How …
I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed homeWho uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so aloneThat man whom with his fingers cheats and whom lies with every breathWho passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death I pity the poor immigrant whose …
I Pity The Poor Immigrant – Joan Baez (originally by Bob Dylan) Read More »
I once loved a boy and the bold, brown-haired boyI would come and would go at his requestAnd this bold, bonny boy was my pride and my joyAnd I built him a bower in my breast And this girl who has taken my bold, bonny loveMay she make of it all that she canFor whether …
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 …