Joan Baez

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"Rock, Salt And Nails"

"Rock, Salt And Nails"


On the banks of the river where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound
Down in the hollow where the waters run cold
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told

Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face
The past I remember time cannot erase
The letter you wrote me it was written in shame
And I know that your conscience still echo's my name

Now the nights are so long, Lord sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep
I'll walk out alone and look at the sky
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry

If the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes
If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

 

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"Rose Of Sharon"

"Rose Of Sharon"


There's a beautiful Rose ever blooming
In the garden of God's love for me;
It has filled all the world with its fragrance,
It will last for eter-ernity.

Rose of Sharon now blooming I see,
Blessed Jesus who died on the tree;
With my whole heart I sing "Hallelujah!"
Rose of Sharon so precious to me.

Precious Savior I'll always adore Thee,
For with Thee no one else can compare;
By thy love so divine I'm enraptured,
Thou art fairer than all of the fair.

Rose of Sharon now blooming I see,
Blessed Jesus who died on the tree;
With my whole heart I sing "Hallelujah!"
Rose of Sharon so precious to me.

Are you lost in your sins-- tired of living,
Is your heart filled with bitterness too?
Come to Jesus the sweet Rose of Sharon,
He has power to make you anew.

Rose of Sharon now blooming I see,
Blessed Jesus who died on the tree;
With my whole heart I sing "Hallelujah!"
Rose of Sharon so precious to me.

 

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"Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

"Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands"
(originally by Bob Dylan)



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?

 

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"Sagt Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind"

"Sagt Mir Wo Die Blumen Sind"


Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind,
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind,
Was ist geschehen?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind,
Madchen pfluckten sie geschwind.
Wann wird man je verstehen,
Wann wird man je verstehen?
Sag mir, wo die Madchen sind
Manner nahmen sie geschwind.
Sag mir, wo die Manner sind Zogen fort,
Der Krieg beginnt.
Sag, wo die Soldaten sind
Uber Grabern weht der Wind.
Sag mir, wo die Graber sind
Blumen wehen im Sommerwind

 

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"Saigon Bride"

"Saigon Bride"


Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It flows through jungles, round the trees
Some say it's yellow, some say red
It will not matter when we're dead

How many dead men will it take
To build a dike that will not break?
How many children must we kill
Before we make the waves stand still?

Though miracles come high today
We have the wherewithal to pay
It takes them off the streets you know
To places they would never go alone
It gives them useful trades
The lucky boys are even paid

Men die to build their Pharoah's tombs
And still and still the teeming wombs
How many men to conquer Mars
How many dead to reach the stars?

Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It flows through jungles, round the trees
Some say it's yellow, some say red
It will not matter when we're dead

 

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"Sail Away Ladies"

"Sail Away Ladies"


Ain't no use sit 'n cry
You'll be an angel by and by

[Chorus:]
Don't you rock
Don't you rock, ah
Don't you rock, ah, my daddy-o
Don't you rock him daddy-o

I got a home in Tennessee
That's the place I wanna be

[Chorus]

Ever I get my new house done
Give my old one to my son

[Chorus]

Ain't no use sit 'n cry (Sail away, ladies, sail away.)
You'll be an angel by and by (Sail away, ladies, sail away.)

[Chorus]

 

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"Sailing"

"Sailing"


I am sailing, I am sailing,
Home again 'cross the sea.
I am sailing stormy waters,
To be near you to be free.

I am flying, I am flying,
Like a bird 'cross the sky.
I am flying passing high clouds,
To be with you to be free.

Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Thro' the dark night far away.
I am dying forever trying,
To be with you who can say.

We are sailing, we are sailing,
Home again 'cross the sea.
We are sailing, stormy waters,
To be near you to be free.

 

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"San Francisco Mabel Joy"

"San Francisco Mabel Joy"


Lord his Daddy was an honest man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer
And his momma lived her short life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years and he ached inside to wander
So he jumped a freight at Waycross and wound up in LA.

The cold nights had no pity on that Waycross, Georgia farm boy
Most days he went hungry, and then the summer came
He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitution's child, born of an LA. street called "Shame"

Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings brought a meaning to his life
And the night before she left sleep came and left that Waycross, country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife

Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light at her door
When a right cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
And in place of his Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who growled, "Your Georgia neck is red but Sonny you're still green"

He turned twenty-one in a grey rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy on that Waycross, Georgia boy
Staring at those four grey walls, in silence he would listen
To the midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy

Sunday morning found him lying 'neath the red light at her door
With a bullet in his side, he cried "Have you seen Mabel Joy!"
Stunned and shaken someone said "Son, she don't live here no more
She left this house four years today, they say she's looking for ...
Some Georgia farm boy

 

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"Satisfied Mind"

"Satisfied Mind"


How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had his money, I could do things my way?"
Little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in a hundred with a satisfied mind.

Once I was waitin' for fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed for to get a start in life's game
Suddenly it happened, I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind

Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind

When my life is ended, my time has run out
My trials and my loved ones, I'll leave them no doubt
But one thing's for certain, when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind

 

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"Scarlet Ribbons"

"Scarlet Ribbons"


I peeked in to say good-night
And there I heard my child in prayer
"And for me, some scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for my hair"

All our town was closed and shuttered
All the streets were dark and bare
In our town, no scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

Through the night my heart was aching
Just before the dawn was breaking
In our town, no scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

I peeked in and on her bed
In gay profusion lying there
Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

If I live to be a hundred
I will never know from where
Came those lovely scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair