JOAN BAEZ – Young Blood

I saw her standing on the corner
A yellow ribbon in her hair
I couldn’t stop myself from shoutin’
Look-a there, Look-a there
Look-a there, Look-a there

Young blood
Young blood
Young blood
I can’t get you out of my mind

I took one look and I was captured
I tried to walk but I was lame
I tried to talk but I just stuttered
What’s your name? What’s your name?
What’s your name? What’s your name?

Young blood
Young blood
Young blood
I can’t get you out of my mind

What crazy stuff, she looked so tough
I tried to follow her all the way home
But things went bad, I met her dad
He said “You better leave my daughter alone”

I couldn’t sleep a wink for tryin’
I saw the rising of the sun
And all along my heart was cryin’
You’re the one, You’re the one
You’re the one, You’re the one

Young blood
Young blood
Young blood
I can’t get you out of my mind

Young blood
Young blood
Young blood
I can’t get you out of my mind

JOAN BAEZ – You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere

 

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!

JOAN BAEZ – Winds Of The Old Days

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

JOAN BAEZ – Wildwood Flower

Oh, I’ll twine with my mingles
And waving black hair
With the roses so red
And the lilies so fair;
And the myrtle so bright
With the emerald dew
The pale and the leader
And eyes look like blue.

[Instrumental]

Oh I’ll dance, I will sing
And my laugh shall be gay.
I will charm every heart,
In his crown I will sway.
When I woke from my dreaming,
My idols was clay
All portions of love had all flown away.

[Instrumental]

Oh he taught me to love him
And promised to love
And to cherish me over
All others above.
How my heart is now wond’ring
No misery can tell.
He’s left me no warning,
No words of farewell.

[Instrumental]

Oh, he taught me to love him
And called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him
Through life’s dreary hour.
Oh, I long to see him
And regret the dark hour
He’s gone and neglected
This pale wildwood flower.

JOAN BAEZ – Where Have All The Flowers Gone

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

JOAN BAEZ – What Have They Done To The Rain

Just a little rain falling all around
The grass lifts its 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 its 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
What have they done to the rain

JOAN BAEZ – What Child Is This

What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

[Chorus:]
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

[Chorus]

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

[Chorus]

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
Come peasant, king to own Him;
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

[Chorus]

Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby.
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.

JOAN BAEZ – We Shall Overcome

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.

JOAN BAEZ – Turquoise

Your smile – beams like sunlight – on a gull’s wing
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 silence – 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 skies – the sunset – I have wandered
With my eyes and ears and heart – strained to the full
I know I tasted the essence – in the few days
Take care who you love – my precious – he might not know

JOAN BAEZ – Through Your Hands

You were dreaming on a park bench
‘Bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down
To wrap you in her warmest coat

[Chorus:]
And you ask, “What am I not doing?”
She says “Your voice cannot command.
In time, you will move mountains,
And it will come through your hands.”

Still you argue for an option
Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn’t know a burning bush
If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts

[Chorus]

So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough
To blow men’s minds and tear great worlds apart

There’s a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high
As music flying
Through the angel’s hair.

Don’t ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands

JOAN BAEZ – Three Fishers

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 – The Wild Mountain Thyme

For the summertime is coming.
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]

JOAN BAEZ – The Water Is Wide

The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea
She’s loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I’m in
I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me

I reached my finger into some soft bush
Thinking the fairest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the fairest flower behind

Oh love be handsome and love be kind
Gay as a jewel when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew

Must I go bound while you go free
Must I love a man who doesn’t love me
Must I be born with so little art
As to love a man who’ll break my heart

When cockle shells turn silver bells
Then will my love come back to me
When roses bloom in winter’s gloom
Then will my love return to me

JOAN BAEZ – The Walls Of Redwing

Oh, the age of the inmates
I remember quite freely:
No younger than twelve,
No older ‘n seventeen.
Thrown in like bandits
And cast off like criminals,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

From the dirty old mess hall
You march to the brick wall,
Too weary to talk
And too tired to sing.
Oh, it’s all afternoon
You remember your home town,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, the gates are cast iron
And the walls are barbed wire.
Stay far from the fence
With the ‘lectricity sting.
And it’s keep down your head
And stay in your number,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

Oh, it’s fare thee well
To the deep hollow dungeon,
Farewell to the boardwalk
That takes you to the screen.
And farewell to the minutes
They threaten you with it,
Inside the walls,
The walls of Red Wing.

JOAN BAEZ – The Tramp On The Street

Only a tramp was Lazarus who begged.
He stood by the rich man’s gate.
And, 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’s blood for you and for me.
They pierced his side, his hands, and his feet
And, they left him to die just like a tramp on the street.

He was Mary’s own darling; 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 for the poor man’s son.
Red, white, and blue and victory sweet
And, they left them to die like a tramp on the street.

JOAN BAEZ – The Swallow Song

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 trembling 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?

JOAN BAEZ – The River In The Pines

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’s dreary clime
When he rode the fatal rapids
For that last and fatal time.
They found his body lying
On the rocky shore below
Where the silent water ripples
And the whispering cedars blow.

Now every raft of lumber
That comes down the Chippewa,
There’s a lonely grave that’s
Visited by drivers on their way
They plant wild flowers upon it
In the morning fair and fine.
‘Tis the grave of two young lovers
From the river in the pines

JOAN BAEZ – There But For Fortune

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, 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 land
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune go you and I, you and I.

JOAN BAEZ – The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets and trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an Angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him, thy son.
Behold! Caught in a thicket by its horns,
A Ram. Offer the Ram of Pride instead.

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

JOAN BAEZ – The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down

Virgil Caine is my name
And I drove on the Danville train
‘Til so much cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of sixty-five
We were hungry, just barely alive
I took the train to Richmond that 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
Laaaaaa, la-la-la-laaaaaa
La-la, la-la
La-la-la-laaaaaa

Back with my wife in Tenessee
And one day she said to me
Virgil, quick come see
There goes the Robert E Lee
Now, I don’t mind I’m 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
Laaaaaa, la-la-la-laaaaaa
La-la, la-la
La-la-la-laaaaaa

Like my father before me
I’m a working man
And like my brother before me
I took a rebel stand
Well, he was just 18, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood below my feet
You can’t raise the Caine back up
When it’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
Laaaaaa, la-la-la-laaaaaa
La-la, la-la
La-la-la-laaaaaa