JOAN BAEZ – I Pity The Poor Immigrant

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home
Who uses all his power to do evil but in the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats and whom 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
I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass

JOAN BAEZ – In The Quiet Morning

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 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

JOAN BAEZ – Imagine

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living 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 be one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed nor hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all 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

JOAN BAEZ – 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.

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.

JOAN BAEZ – If You Were A Carpenter

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?

JOAN BAEZ – Hush Little Baby

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.

JOAN BAEZ – 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.”

JOAN BAEZ – Hickory Wind

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

JOAN BAEZ – Here’s To You

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

JOAN BAEZ – Hello In There

We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
It’s been years since the kids had grown,
A life 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,
Still don’t know what for, don’t matter anymore.

Ya’ know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev’ry day.
But old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, “Hello in there, hello.”

Me and Loretta, we don’t talk much now.
She sits and stares through at back door screen.
And 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.
But what’d 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,
And old rivers grow wilder ev’ry day.
Old people they 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
As if you didn’t care, say, “Hello in there, hello,”
Say, “Hello in there, hello.”

JOAN BAEZ – Heaven Help Us All

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

JOAN BAEZ – Hand To Mouth

Jimmy Got Nothing Made Himself A Name
With a gun that he polished for a rainy day
A smite and a quote from a vigilante movie
Our boy jimmy just blew them all away
He said it made him crazy
Twenty five years living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

Sweet little baby on a big white doorstep
She needs her mother but her mother is dead
Just another hooker that the lucky can forget
Just another hooker
It happens everyday
She loved her little baby
But she couldn’t bare to see her living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

I believe in the gods of america
I believe in the land of the free
But no one told me
(no one told me)
That the gods believe in nothing
So with empty hands I pray
And from day to hopeless day
They still don’t see me
(see me)

Everybody talks about the new generation
Jump on the wagon or they’ll leave you behind
But no one gave a thought to the rest of the nation
“like to help you buddy but I haven’t got the time”
Somebody shouted save me
But everybody started living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

There’s a big white lady
On a big white doorstep
She asked her daddy and her daddy said “yes”
Has to give a little for the dollars that we get
Has to give a little -
They say it’s for the best
Somebody shouted
Maybe
But they kept on living from hand to mouth
Hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth

So she ran to the arms of america
And she kissed the powers that be
And someone told me
(someone told me)
That the gods believe in nothing
So with empty hands I pray
And I tell myself
One day
They just might see me

JOAN BAEZ – Hallowed Be Thy Name

I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time
‘Cause at 5 o’clock they take me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low

When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be theres some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream

Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don’t believe that there is never an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell God be with you
If theres a God then why has he let me die?

As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I’m not sorry
Catch my soul ’cause it’s willing to fly away

Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don’t worry now that I have gone
I’ve gone beyond to see the truth

When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you’ll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.

JOAN BAEZ – I Still Miss Someone

At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone

I go out to wild the parties
And look for a little fun
But I find the darkened corner
‘Cause 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
For leaving what we had 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
For leaving what we had begun
There’s someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone

JOAN BAEZ – Gracias A La Vida

[Here's To Life]

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 oido que en todo su ancho
Graba noche y dia, 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 el 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, montanas y llanos,
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me dio el corazon 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.
Asi 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.

JOAN BAEZ – Go ‘Way From My Window

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 on account of you
Is on account of you

I’ll give you back your letter
I’ll give you back you 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 on account of you
Is on account of you

JOAN BAEZ – Good King Wenceslas

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath’ring winter fuel

“Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know’st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?”
“Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes’ fountain.”

“Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither.”
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind’s wild lament
And the bitter weather

“Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer.”
“Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly.”

In his master’s steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing

JOAN BAEZ – Glad Bluebird Of Happiness

I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going
A heavy pack upon my back, burly good with inner sad of loneliness
When fluttered by this bird of blue, he said I’ll tell you what I ‘ll do
Since you seem to be so sad, I will try and be your glad..
Bluebird of happiness

And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
Bound for places, I am not known to.

I decided to follow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then
Blown foggy by the wind a paced,as from shore to shore we race,
Move from place to place
The moon is hot, the stars are cold. I’ve been there, thats how I know
I’ve touched the desert sunsets coat
Placed to dove the melted snows of Kilimanjaro

And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
Found the places, I am not known to.

I’ll follow that bird until he dies and when he does then so will I,
I know I ‘ll never be the same, life to me is bound to change
When that ends the chase
I lift his body from the sea, let him dry in a trade wind breeze
Find some merry christmas views, wrap them up and give them to you
My bluebird of happiness

And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
Found the places, I am not known to.

JOAN BAEZ – Geordie

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.

JOAN BAEZ – Forever Young

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
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
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
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
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.