Joan Baez

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Don't Weep After Me"

"Don't Weep After Me"

When I'm dead and buried,
Don't you weep after me.
When I'm dead and buried,
Don't you weep after me.
When I'm dead and buried,
Don't you weep after me.
Oh, I don't want you to weep after me.
Sailin' on the ocean,
Don't you weep after me...
In the good old ship of Zion...
King Peter is the captain...
Bright angels are the sailors...
You poor distressed sinners...
Oh, look-a Mary...
She's lookin' over Jordan...
O, look-a Martha...
Oh, run along my friends...
Tell my Lord I'm coming...

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Donna Donna"

"Donna Donna"

On a wagon bound for market
there's a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there's a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.

[Chorus:]
How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.

"Stop complaining!" said the farmer,
"Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with,
like the swallow so proud and free?"

[Chorus:]
How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
like the swallow has learned to fly.

[Chorus:]
How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Down In Yon Forrest"

"Down In Yon Forrest"

Down in yon forest there stands a hall...
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring...
It's covered all over with purple and pall
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything.

In that hall there stands a bed...
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring...
It's covered all over with scarlet so red...
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything.

At the bed-side there lies a stone...
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring...
Which the sweet Virgin Mary knelt upon...
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything.

Over that bed the moon shines bright...
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring...
Denoting our Saviour was born this night...
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Drifter's Escape"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

"Drifter's Escape"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

"Oh, help me in my weakness,"
I heard the drifter say,
As they carried him from the courtroom
And were taking him away.
"My trip hasn't been a pleasant one
And my time it isn't long,
And I still do not know
What it was that I've done wrong."

Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside,
A tear came to his eye,
"You fail to understand," he said,
"Why must you even try?"
Outside, the crowd was stirring,
You could hear it from the door.
Inside, the judge was stepping down,
While the jury cried for more.

"Oh, stop that cursed jury,"
Cried the attendant and the nurse,
"The trial was bad enough,
But this is ten times worse."
Just then a bolt of lightning
Struck the courthouse out of shape,
And while ev'rybody knelt to pray
The drifter did escape.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"East Virginia"

"East Virginia"

I was born in East Virginia,
North Carolina I did go,
There I met a fair young lady,
And her name I do not know.

Oh, her hair was dark and curly,
And her cheeks were rosy red,
On her breast she wore white lilies,
Where I long to lay my head.

I don't want your greenback dollar,
I don't want your watch and chain,
All I want's your heart darling,
Say you'll take me back again.

The ocean's deep and I can't wade it,
And I have no wings to fly,
I'll just get me a blue eyed boatman,
Or you'll row me over the tide.

I'll go back to East Virginia,
North Carolina ain't my home,
I'll go back to East Virginia,
Leaving North Carolinians alone.

I'll go back to East Virginia,
North Carolina ain't my home,
I'll go back to East Virginia,
Leaving North Carolinians alone.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Edge Of Glory"

"Edge Of Glory"

My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again

I went forth with no protection
Through a fierce and blinding rain
Seeking truth but not perfection
Saw my father's face again

Father, father can you hear me
Through this swirl of thoughts unsaid
All you wanted I did not know
All you asked I tried to give

My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again

Take this hand that I hold out
Meant to bridge the years apart
Come in, come in from the howling wind
To the clearing of my heart

Still and lovely came the morning
Gone was my father's face
In my house a bright reflection
New among my dreams of grace

My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"El Preso Numero Nueve"

"El Preso Numero Nueve"

Al preso numero nueve, ya lo van a confesar
Esta rezando en la celda con el cura del penal
Porque ante este amanecer, la vida le han de quitar
Porque mato a su mujer y un amigo desleal
Dice, asi, al confesar "los mate, si senor
Y si yo vuelvo a nacer, yo los vuelvo a matar

Padre no me arrepiento, ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo se que alla en el cielo el ser supremo nos juzgara
Voy a seguir sus pasos, voy a buscarlos al mas alla."
Ay. yayayayayyyyy

El preso numero nueve era un hombre muy cabal
Iba el noche del duelo, muy contento a su jacal
Pero al mirar a su amor, en brazos de su rival,
Ardio en su pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar.
Al sonar el clarin, se formo el peloton
Y rumbo al paredon, se oye al preso decir:

Padre no me arrepiento, ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo se que alla en el cielo el ser supremo nos juzgara
Voy a seguir sus pasos, voy a buscarllos al mas alla.
Ay. yayayayayyyyy yaay

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"El Rossinyol"

"El Rossinyol"

[The Nightingale]

Rossinyol, que vas a Franca, rossinyol,
Encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol,
D'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.

Encomane'm a la mare, rossinyol,
I a mon pare no pas gaire, rossinyol,
D'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.

Perque m'ha mal maridada, rossinyol,
A un pastor me n'ha dada, rossinyol,
D'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.

Que em fa guardar la ramada, rossinyol,
He perduda l'esquellada, rossinyol,
D'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.

Jo t'he de donar per paga, rossinyol,
Un pet'o i una abracada, rossinyol,
D'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.

Rossinyol, que vas a Franca, rossinyol,
Encomana'm a la mare, rossinyol,
D'un bell boscatge, rossinyol, d'un vol.

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"El Salvador"

"El Salvador"

Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonlight
Take to your bibles, take to your beds, now that nothing seems right
National Guards who they pay by the week are gonna clash in the curfew tonight
With Los companeros born in the war, from Warsaw to San Salvador

A voice from the past comes a callin', saying hold every strong heart dear
These are the days when it seems like there's nothing but newspapers, order, fear
Praise to the ones who are burried gone, and to the brave hearts who just disappeared
Los companeros, born in the war, from Belfast to San Salvador

Whad'a you got to do to get through
They're deaf as a graveyard
What does Nicaragua say to you?

Think of the midnight, silver & black, think if the sun can be fooled
Think of the four sisters shot in the back for running a land reform school
Think of the ones taken hard in the hills, they can be beaten but they can never be ruled
Los Companeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador

fox69 · 19.06.2017

"Eleanor Rigby"
(originally by The Beatles)

"Eleanor Rigby"
(originally by The Beatles)

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?