JOAN BAEZ – Paso Rio

[I Pass A River]

Paso rio
Paso fuentes
Siempre te encuentro lavando los colores de tu cara
El agua los va llevando
Si vas a la fuente no bebas el agua
Que la envenenaron tus ojos de rana

JOAN BAEZ – Pajarillo Barranqueno

Pajarillo, pajarillo,
pajarillo barranqueño,
qué bonitos ojos tienes,
lástima que tengan dueño.

¿Qué pajarillo es aquél,
qué canta en aquella lima?
anda y dile que no cante,
que mi corazón lastima.

¿Qué pajarillo es aquél,
que canta en aquella higuera?
anda y dile que no cante,
que espere a que yo me muera.

JOAN BAEZ – One Too Many Mornings

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.

JOAN BAEZ – Once I Knew A Pretty Girl

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

JOAN BAEZ – Old Welsh Song

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!

JOAN BAEZ – Old Blue

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”

JOAN BAEZ – Oh Freedom

Oh freedom, oh freedom,
Oh freedom over me,
And before I’ll be a slave,
I’ll be buried in my grave,
And go home to my Lord
And be free.

No more weeping

No more shooting

There’ll be singing

JOAN BAEZ – Oh, Brother!

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
But take it

JOAN BAEZ – O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

Oh, come, oh, come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

Oh, come, our Wisdom from on high,
Who ordered all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

Oh, come, oh, come, our Lord of might,
Who to your tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times gave holy law,
In cloud and majesty and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

Oh, come O Rod of Jesse’s stem,
From ev’ry foe deliver them
That trust your mighty pow’r to save;
Bring them in vict’ry through the grave.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

Oh, come, O Key of David, come,
And open wide our heav’nly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

Oh, come, our Dayspring from on high,
And cheer us by your drawing nigh,
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

Oh, come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Oh, bid our sad divisions cease,
And be yourself our King of Peace.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to you, O Israel!

JOAN BAEZ – Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands

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?

JOAN BAEZ – North Country Blues

Come gather ’round friends
And I’ll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron 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 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 they was a-humming.
‘Til 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 bucket 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 more work was cut,
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
‘Til a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin’.

They complained in the East,
They are paying too high.
They say that your ore ain’t worth digging.
That it’s much cheaper down
In the South American towns
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 stores one by one they’re a-foldin’.
My children will go
As soon as they grow.
Well, there ain’t nothing here now to hold them.

JOAN BAEZ – No Expectations

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

JOAN BAEZ – Mary’s Wandering

Once Mary would go wandering
to other land would run
that she might find her Son,
that she might find her Son

Whom met she as she journeyed forth
saint Peter, that good man
who sadly did her scan,
who sadly did her scan

“Oh tell me have you seen Him yet
the One I love the most
the Son Whom I have lost,
the Son Whom I have lost”

“Too well, too well I’ve seen thy Son
’twas by a palace gate
most grievous was His state,
most grievous was His state

For save what wore He on His head
a crown of thorns He wore
a cross He also bore,
a cross He also bore”

Once Mary would go wandering
to other land would run
that she might find her Son,
that she might find her Son

JOAN BAEZ – Mary

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
You’re 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
Mary, Mary, Mary

JOAN BAEZ – Many A Mile To Freedom

Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow

Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river
And together we melt like the snow

Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow

A few more miles to go
Miles to freedom

JOAN BAEZ – Man Of Constant Sorrow

I am a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
I’ll say goodbye to Colorado
Where I was born and partly raised.

Your mother says I’m a stranger
My face you’ll never see no more
But there’s one promise, darling:
I’ll see you on God’s golden shore.

Through this open world I’m about to trouble
Through ice and snows, sleet and rain
I’m about to ride that morning railroad
Perhaps I’ll die on that train.

I’m going back to Colorado
The place that I started from
If I had known how bad you’d treat me honey
I never would have come.

JOAN BAEZ – Manha De Carnaval

Ladi, lalala, lalala, ladi lalala, lalala.
Ladalalala, ladadadidada, ladadidada, ladadadi.
Ladi ladala lalala, ladi ladada dadada
Lada lalala, laladadada, lalala ladilala.

Manha tao bonita, manha
Um dia feliz que chegou.
O sol no ceu surgiu,
E em cada cor brilhou
Voltou o sonho entao ao coracao.
Depois deste dia feliz,
Nao sei se outro dia havera
E nossa a manha, tao bela afinal!
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.

JOAN BAEZ – Love Minus Zero, No Limit

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

JOAN BAEZ – London

I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.

JOAN BAEZ – Llego Con Tres Heridas

[I Come With Three Wounds]

Llego 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.