JOAN BAEZ – Finlandia

This is my song, O God of all the nations
A song of peace, for lands afar & mine
This is my home, the country where my heart is
Here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine
But other hearts in other lands are beating
With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine

My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean
And sunlight beams on clover leaf and pine
But other lands have sunlight too, and clover
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine
O hear my song, thou God of all the nations
A song of peace for their land and for mine

JOAN BAEZ – Fennario

As we marched down to Fennario,
As we marched down to Fennario,
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove.
They call her by name pretty Peggy-o.

What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
What will your mother think pretty Peggy-o?
What will your mother think when she hears the guineas clink,
The soldiers all marchin’ before you-o?

In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o.
In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o.
In a carriage you will ride with your true love by your side,
As fair as any maiden in the are-o.

Come skippin’ down the stair, pretty Peggy-o.
Come skippin’ down the stair, pretty Peggy-o.
Come skippin’ down the stair combin’ back your yellow hair,
And bid farewell to sweet William-o.

Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o.
Sweet William is dead, pretty Peggy-o.
Sweet William is dead, and he died for a maid,
The fairest maid in the are-o.

If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o.
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o.
If ever I return all your cities I will burn,
Destroying all the ladies in the are-o.
Destroying all the ladies in the are-o.

JOAN BAEZ – El Salvador

Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonlight
Take to your bibles, take to your beds, now that nothing seems right
National Guards who they pay by the week are gonna clash in the curfew tonight
With Los companeros born in the war, from Warsaw to San Salvador

A voice from the past comes a callin’, saying hold every strong heart dear
These are the days when it seems like there’s nothing but newspapers, order, fear
Praise to the ones who are burried gone, and to the brave hearts who just disappeared
Los companeros, born in the war, from Belfast to San Salvador

Whad’a you got to do to get through
They’re deaf as a graveyard
What does Nicaragua say to you?

Think of the midnight, silver & black, think if the sun can be fooled
Think of the four sisters shot in the back for running a land reform school
Think of the ones taken hard in the hills, they can be beaten but they can never be ruled
Los Companeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador

JOAN BAEZ – Eleanor Rigby

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
Where do they all belong?

JOAN BAEZ – Drifter’s Escape

“Oh, 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
And 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 ev’rybody knelt to pray
The drifter did escape.

JOAN BAEZ – Do Right Woman, Do Right Man

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 2x]

JOAN BAEZ – Don’t Weep After Me

When I’m dead and buried,
Don’t you weep after me.
When I’m dead and buried,
Don’t you weep after me.
When I’m dead and buried,
Don’t you weep after me.
Oh, I don’t want you to weep after me.
Sailin’ on the ocean,
Don’t you weep after me…
In the good old ship of Zion…
King Peter is the captain…
Bright angels are the sailors…
You poor distressed sinners…
Oh, look-a Mary…
She’s lookin’ over Jordan…
O, look-a Martha…
Oh, run along my friends…
Tell my Lord I’m coming…

JOAN BAEZ – Guantanamera

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 encendido,
Mi verso es de un verde claro,
Y de un carmin encendido,
Mi verso es un ciervo 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

JOAN BAEZ – Donna Donna

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.

[Chorus:]
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?”

[Chorus:]
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.

[Chorus:]
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.

JOAN BAEZ – Diamonds & Rust

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
Would 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
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

JOAN BAEZ – De Colores

[In Colors]

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 mi. [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 pio, pio, pio, pio, pi.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores
Me gustan a mi. [Repeat]

JOAN BAEZ – Deck The Halls

Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of Yule tide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

JOAN BAEZ – Dear Landlord

Dear landlord,
Please don’t put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy,
My dreams are beyond control.
When that steamboat whistle blows,
I’m gonna give you all I got to give,
And I do hope you receive it well,
Dependin’ on the way you feel that you live.

Dear landlord,
Please heed these words that I speak.
I know you’ve suffered much,
But in this you are not so unique.
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much,
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch.

Dear landlord,
Please don’t dismiss my case.
I’m not about to argue,
I’m not about to move to no other place.
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if you don’t underestimate me,
I won’t underestimate you.

JOAN BAEZ – Day After Tomorrow

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
On the day after tomorrow

JOAN BAEZ – Danny Boy

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.

JOAN BAEZ – Daddy, You Been On My Mind

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

JOAN BAEZ – Cucurrucucu Paloma

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

JOAN BAEZ – Cry Me A River

Now you say you’re lonely
You cried the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Now you say you’re sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried, cried, cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember, all that you said
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say, you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
‘Cause I cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, remember, all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now, now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry, cry, cry me a river, cry me a river
‘Cause I cried a river over you

If my pillow talk, imagine what it would have said
Could it be a river of tears I cried in bed?
So you can cry me a river
Daddy, go ahead and cry that river
‘Cause I cried, how I cried a river over you
How I cried a river over you

JOAN BAEZ – Coventry Carol

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
By, by, lully, lullay.

O sisters, too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day;
This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.

Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.

JOAN BAEZ – Copper Kettle

Get you a copper kettle
Get you a copper coil
Cover with new made corn mash
And never more you’ll toil

[Chorus:]
You just lay there by the juniper
While the moon is bright
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]