(Joan Baez) We've watched them leaving, seen their ragged flight Children of the jungle, mothers of the night A boy of ten by the roadside lies Hears
(Joan Baez) We're the children of the 80's, haven't we grown We're tender as a lotus and we're tougher than stone And the age of our innocence is somewhere
(Joan Baez) Coconuts sitting in my hand Remindin' me of my island man And my island man sitting in his hut Dreamin' about my coconuts Coconuts floating
(Joan Baez) Look for me in crisis centers Padded cells Oh, wish me well Oh, shame, don't blame my mother As I am moving out I see She wanted all the
(Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck) When I was young then all my boughs Were thickly hung with glittering hopes. But one by one they've blown
(Joan Baez) Happy birthday, Leonid Brezhnev What a lovely seventy-fifth We watched the party on TV You seemed to be taking things casually What a mighty
(Joan Baez) Well there you stand A figure at my door And shadows fall On those that are no more And each time I love and take the fall Then like the
(Joan Baez) Once again the workers rise with the lark There's a mass going on in the people's park Silent and determined they set to embark On a three
(Joan Baez) Wake me with kisses in the afternoon The butler knows any time you arrive is never too soon He knows just where you are by the sound of
(Joan Baez) You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red You like softball, oh, and the Grateful Dead Why am I attracted to The body and the mind of you
(Joan Baez) Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten Whom I met in the south end of France. Stepping out of the crowd was the daughter Of someone
(Joan Baez) My name is Chaffey, I'm from Marriott, U.S.A. I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way To chase my future down and lay it at
(Joan Baez) You've got eyes like Jesus But you speak with a viper's tongue We were just sitting around on earth Where the hell did you come from? With
(Joan Baez) Look at young Natasha fly Got gold medals in her starry eyes Di Di Di She's a family jewel and a national prize Tiny in her leotard, every
(Joan Baez) I never knew you meant that much to me Why did I pour a candle when you died Find a picture of you walking in Central Park With the iron
(Music by Joan Baez, Words by Thomas Merton) Sweet brother, if I do not sleep My eyes are flowers on your tomb And if I cannot eat my bread My fasts
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Georges Delerue) Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well? Tears
(Joan Baez) 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
