Joan Baez

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"Where Have All The Flowers Gone"

"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?

 

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"Where's My Apple Pie?"

"Where's My Apple Pie?"


Been sitting on old park benches
Brother, hasn't it been fun?
But you remember me from the trenches
I fought in World War One
Yes, you saw us off at the troop train
Smiling a brave goodbye
But where were you when we came home
To claim our apple pie

Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
Where's our apple pie?
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
Now where's our apple pie?

World War Two was a favorite
God was surely on our side
The teenage kids enlisted with
The blessings of their daddys' pride
Well the wars may change but not so the glaze
In the young boys' eyes
When they cry out for their mamas
In the hours before they die

Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
Where's our apple pie?
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
Now where's our apple pie?

I volunteered for the last one
And I don't want to moralize
But somehow I thought we deserved the best
For the way we threw away our lives
For we all believed in something
I know it wasn't very clear
But I know it wasn't rats in a hospital room
And a broken-down wheelchair

Oh where's our apple pie, my friends?
Where's our apple pie?
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
Now where's our apple pie?

Yes, Johnny finally got his gun
Before he got his apple pie
Now he hasn't got a hand to eat it with
But still he doesn't want to die
Because he prefers to go on fighting
And let his baby brother know
When the next time around the call goes out
It's "Hell no, we won't go!"

There'll be no World War Three, my friends
There'll be no World War Three
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield
There'll be no World War Three

 

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"Whispering Bells"

"Whispering Bells"


Whispering bells,
Whisper low,
Whispering bells,
Love you so,
Bring my baby
Oh my baby back to me.
(Baby back to me)
Whispering bells,
Loud and clear,
Your sweet chimes
Glad to hear,
Bring my baby
Oh my baby back to me.
Whispering bells,
Whisper low,
Whispering bells,
Love you so,
Bring my baby
Oh my baby back to me.
(Baby back to me)
Whispering bells,
Loud and clear,
Your sweet chimes
Glad to hear,
Bring my baby
Oh my baby back to me.

 

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"Who Do You Think I Am"

"Who Do You Think I Am"


I am not on top of a mountain and
I am not under the ground
I am not spilling over the edges and
I am not easily found
I am not in a shelter from the winter
When your head is buried in the sand
Why do the secret sellers explain things
Things I already understand

And who do you think I am
Yes you who do you say I am

Once when I was flying past the steeple
The bells were ringing in my ears
And I was counting the broken-hearted people
And I was following their tears
I am not sinking in the sadness
I am not throwing bitter stones
I do not worry who will mind me
I am not dancing alone

But you who do you think I am
Yes you who do you say I am

Is it winter where you are
Try to find me if you can

When it's over it's never over
And when it's empty it's never gone
I am in silence gone from danger
Far away is the forgotten one
I am headed from that distant lighthouse
I am twisting towards the sun
I wrap around me all your goodness
If I go that way am I the only one

But you who do you think I am
Yes you who do you say I am

 

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"Wildwood Flower"

"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.

 

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"Will The Circle Be Unbroken"

"Will The Circle Be Unbroken"


I was standing by the window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
To carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
Bye and bye Lord bye and bye
There's a better home a waiting
In the sky Lord in the sky

Lord I told that undertaker
Undertaker please drive slow
For that body you're a haulin'
Lord I hate to see her go

Well I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in that grave.

I went back home Lord that home was lonesome
Since my mother, she was gone
All my brothers and sisters crying
What a home so sad and alone.

One by one the seats were emptied
One by one they went away
Now that family they are parted
Will they meet again some day.

I was singing with my sisters
I was singing with my friends
And we all can, sing together
'cause the circle never ends

 

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"Willie Moore"

"Willie Moore"


Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one,
He courted a damsel fair;
O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every night,
And wavy black was her hair.

He courted her both night and day,
'Til to marry they did agree;
But when he came to get her parents consent,
They said it could never be.

She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms,
As of time had done before;
But little did he think when they parted that night,
Sweet Anna he would see no more.

It was about the tenth of May,
The time I remember well;
That very same night, her body disappeared
In a way no tongue could tell.

Sweet Annie was loved both far and near,
Had friends most all around;
And in a little brook before the cottage door,
The body of sweet Anna was found.

She was taken by her weeping friends,
And carried to her parent's room,
And there she was dressed in a gown of snowy white,
And laid her in a lonely tomb.

Her parents now are left all alone,
One mourns while the other one weeps;
And in a grassy mound before the cottage door,
The body of sweet Anna still sleeps.

(Willie Moore never spoke that anyone heard,
And at length from his friends did part,
And the last heard from him, he'd gone to Montreal,
Where he died of a broken heart.)

This song was composed in the flowery West
By a man you may never have seen;
O, I'll tell you his name, but it is not in full,

 

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"Winds Of The Old Days"

"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

 

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"Wings"

"Wings"


At night we crossed the border
Following a Black robe
To the edge of the reservationton
Cataldo Mission
Where the saints and all the martyrs
Look down on dying converts
What makes the water holy she says is that that it's the closest thing to rain

I stole a mule from Anthony
I helped Anne up upon it
And we rode to Coeur d'Alene
Through Harrison and Wallace
They were blasting out the tunnels
Making way for the light of learning
When Jesus comes a'calling she said he's coming round the mountain on a train

[Chorus:]
It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing

We floated on to Hanford
On a lumber boat up river
Past the fisheries and the milltowns like a stretch of future graveyards
She was driven to distraction
Said I wonder what will happen
When they find out they're mistaken
The land is too changed to ever change

We waded through the marketplace
Someone's ship had come in
There was silver and begonias
Dynamite and cattle
There were hearts as big as apples
And apples in the shape of Mary's heart
I said inside this gilded cage a songbird always looks so plain

[Chorus:]
It's my home-last night I dreamt that I grew wings
I found a place where they could hear me when I sing.

[musical interlude]

And so they came with cameras
Breaking through the morning mist
Press and businessmen-tycoons-Episcopal philanthropists
Lost in their appraisal of the body of a woman
But all we saw were lowlands
Clouds clung to mountains without strings

And at last we saw some people...
And at last we saw some people...

And at last we saw some people
Huddled up against
The rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
They were headed for the border
Walking and then running
And then they were gone into the fog but Anne said
Underneath their jackets she saw wings

 

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"Wings Of Fantasy"

"Wings Of Fantasy"


Come all of ye fair and silver ladies
Who rise with the dawn
Dreaming of lovers
Sing to the swans
The count gave me a jet black saddle to ride upon
Showed me the view
Showed me the horses
And he showed me you

And you were young as morning sunlight
You lit up another cigarette
And silent, silent, clear and silent were your eyes
I never will forget
And I rode off on the wings of fantasy

Wandering through the corridors
In an ancient violet evening gown
Drunk on champagne
Had to see you again
Found you in the stable, would you saddle me a thoroughbred
And where will you be
When the moon's in the trees
Oh, come to me please

And there I stood a modern Madame Bovary
In a party dress
And silent, silent, yes, your silent eyes said yes
The lady in distress
And the night came down on the wings of fantasy

Well, I had been over a dozen times or more
To the red sand on Normandy's shore
Seen the Abby of Mont. St. Michel
Diamonds of Deauville
Ah, but I've never kissed you before
And you gave your heart to me

Yes, I am a fair and silver lady
I dance in the snow
And follow the stallions
Where the north winds blow
While I was lamenting over my lost youth
You came along
Dreaming of lovers
And an evening song

And, if I am a rose of summer
You are a breath of spring
A garden of delights
And when I feel lonely in days of winter you will ride
To the castle light
And we will fly on the wings of fantasy
On the wings of fantasy
Far as the eye can see
Off the shores of Normandy
On the wings of fantasy