(Words and Music by JoanBaez). . Miracles keep happening. The sun rose in the east today. I sat up and sighed for the millionth time. As the dawn was phasing a night away. The blues can last
(Words and Music by JoanBaez). . Ripping along towards middle age. And my music career kind of missed a page. Record sales began to drop. The management all began to hop. Not worry, they said
(Words and Music by JoanBaez). . At night in the safety of shadows and numbers. Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers. The buying and selling of casual looks. Stuff that gets printed in
(Words and Music by JoanBaez). . Though the songwriters of the industry. Write most of the songs I do. And it's clear that no one will ever. Sing them quite the way I do. I think tonight I'll
(Words and Music by JoanBaez). . Luba, it was only the finest wine. Means or no means. Only the finest place to dine. Paris in the sixties. You had three sons. Handsome husband by your side
Artist JoanBaez. Song Love Is Just A Four Letter Word. . Seems like only yesterday. I left my mind behind. Down in the Gypsy Cafe. With a friend of a friend of mine. She sat with a baby heavy
(Words and Music by JoanBaez). . How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger. His warm arms all around me?. How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul
Bài hát La Llorona (The Weeping Woman) - JoanBaez. Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Todos me dicen el negro, llorona . Negro pero cariñoso . Yo soy como el chile verde
El Preso Numero Nueve. . JoanBaez. . Al preso numero nueve, ya lo van a confesar. Está rezando en la celda con el cura del penal. Porque ante este amanecer, la vida le han de quitar. Porque
Suzane takes you down. To a place by the river. You can see the boats go by. You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy. That's why you want to be there. She feeds you tea
I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed. rolling across an open plain,. I feel like something nobody needs. I feel my life drifting away,. drifting away - I feel like a broken wagon wheel. when I can't
Stewball was a good horse. He wore his head high. And the mane on his foretop. Was fine as silk thread I rode him in England. I rode him in Spain. And I never did lose, boys. I always did gain S
