Joan Baez

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Battle Hymn Of The Republic"

"Battle Hymn Of The Republic"

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He has lost the fatefull lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on

[Chorus:]
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free
His truth is marching on

[Chorus]

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Be Not Too Hard"
(originally by Donovan)

"Be Not Too Hard"
(originally by Donovan)

Be not too hard for life is short
And nothing is given to man.
Be not too hard when he is sold or bought,
For he must manage as best he can.
Be not too hard when he blindly dies
Fighting for things he does not own.
Be not too hard when he tells lies
Or if his heart is sometimes like a stone.
Be not too hard for soon he'll die,
Often no wiser than he began.
Be not too hard for life is short
And nothing is given to man.
And nothing is given to man.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Before The Deluge"
(originally by Jackson Browne)

"Before The Deluge"
(originally by Jackson Browne)

Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge

Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in the moment they were swept before the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge

Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by
By and by...
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Best Of Friends"

"Best Of Friends"

We may not always be the best of lovers
But if you leave it to me I think I can see
We'll always be the best of friends

And one day when I am old and on the porch
With knittings around my knees you hear me say
Excuse me please,but aren't you the one
And wasn't it fun way back when

Or maybe in a year you'll reappear
And if that should come true
I'd throw my arms around you and watch you smile
Just for awhile once again

We may not always be the best of lovers
But if you leave it to me I think I can see
We'll always be the best of friends

La la la
The best of friends
La la la

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Biko"

"Biko"

September '77
Port Elizabeth - Sonnenschein
In Sechs-Eins-Neun endlich Ruhe
Nur ein Stuhl ging aus dem Leim
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- er ist tot

Du loescht gerade noch eine Kerze
Doch nicht ein grosses Feuer
Springt die Flamme einaml ueber
Treibt der Wind sie immer hoeher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- er ist tot

Die lange Nacht ist viel zu heiss
Ich traeum nur noch in rot
Die Welt da draussen ist schwarz-weiss
Nur eine Farbe tot
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
- er ist tot

Und alle, alle seh'n euch jetzt
Seh'n euch jetzt seh'n euch jetzt
Sie sind da

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Birmingham Sunday"

"Birmingham Sunday"

Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Black Is The Color"

"Black Is The Color"

Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like a rose so fair
And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.
I love the grass whereon she stands
She with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Her face is something truly rare.
Oh I do love my love and so well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes.
She with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair
Alone, my life would be so bare.
I would sigh, I would weep,
I would never fall asleep
My love is 'way beyond compare
She with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
Is the color of my true love's hair.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Blessed Are..."

"Blessed Are..."

Blessed are the one way ticket holders
On a one way street.
Blessed are the midnight riders
For in the shadow of God they sleep.
Blessed are the huddled hikers
Staring out at falling rain,
Wondering at the retribution
In their personal acquaintance with pain.
Blessed are the blood relations
Of the young ones who have died,
Who had not the time or patience
To carry on this earthly ride.
Rain will come and winds will blow,
Wild deer die in the mountain snow.
Birds will beat at heaven's wall,
What comes to one must come to us all.

For you and I are one way ticket holders
On a one way street.
Which lies across a golden valley
Where the waters of joy and hope run deep.
So if you pass the parents weeping
Of the young ones who have died,
Take them to your warmth and keeping
For blessed are the tears they cried
And many were the years they tried.
Take them to that valley wide
And let their souls be pacified.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Blowin' In The Wind"

"Blowin' In The Wind"

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea
How many years must some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
(The answer)
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many times can man a look up
Before he sees the sky
How many ears must one person have
Before he can hear people cry
And how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Oh, the answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Blue Sky"

"Blue Sky"

Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no.
Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know

[Chorus:]
You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,
Turn your love my way, yeah.

Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere.
Goin to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there

[Chorus]