 | Day After Tomorrow (9 Titles) |
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- Lyrics by Joan Baez = 296
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By Joan Baez, Até amanhã Até amanhã ou depois meu amor.
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By Joan Baez, Ave Maria, jungfrau mild Erhöre einer jungfrau flehen Aus diesem felsen starr
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By Joan Baez, Babe, i'm gonna leave you Tell you when i'm gonna leave
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By Joan Baez, melody: Heitor Villa-Lobos text: Ruth Valadares Correa Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta
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By Joan Baez, Father, yes, I am a prisoner Fear not to relay my
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By Joan Baez, Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to
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By Joan Baez, (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) Father, yes,
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By Joan Baez, (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) My son,
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By Joan Baez, I asked my love to take a walk To take a
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By Joan Baez, Twas in the merry month of May When green buds
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By Joan Baez, Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of
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By Joan Baez, Be not too hard for life is short And nothing is
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By Joan Baez, We may not always be the best of lovers But if
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By Joan Baez, Come round by my side and I'll sing you a
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By Joan Baez, Black, black, black is the color of my true love's
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By Joan Baez, Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's
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By Joan Baez, BLESSED ARE THE ONE-WAY TICKETHOLDERS ON THE ONE-WAY STREETBLESSED ARE
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By Joan Baez, How many roads must a man walk down Before they call
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By Joan Baez, How many roads must a man walk down, before you
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By Joan Baez, I'm sailin' away my own true love I'm sailin' away in
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By Joan Baez, I don't wanna hear a love song I got on this
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By Joan Baez, instrumental
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By Joan Baez, Minuit, chrétiens, C'est l'heure solennelle Où l'Homme Dieu descendit jusqu'à nous Pour effacer
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By Joan Baez, Love, oh, love, oh careless love Love, oh, love, oh careless
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By Joan Baez, There's a man by my side walking There's a voice within
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez) Infinity gives me chills
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez) Little Annie Fannie Morgan
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By Joan Baez, (words by Richard Farina) Oh, now is the time for your
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By Joan Baez, We're the children of the eighties haven't we grownWe're tender
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By Joan Baez, Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the
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