Texty:
Baez Joan In The Pines

So early in the spring. Her thoughts were gay and happy And the morning gay and fine, For her lover was a river boy From the river in the pines. Now

So early in the spring. Her thoughts were gay and happy And the morning gay and fine, For her lover was a river boy From the river in the pines. Now

(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines And you shiver when the cold wind blows My love, my love, what

: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines And you shiver when the cold wind blows My love, my love, what

(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines And you shiver when the cold wind blows My love, my love, what

: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines And you shiver when the cold wind blows My love, my love, what