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By Joan Baez, Coldest night of the winter
working up my farewell
In
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Tell me when you
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By Joan Baez, On the banks of the river, where the willows hang
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By Joan Baez, With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes
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By Joan Baez, Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind,
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir,
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By Joan Baez, Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the
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By Joan Baez, Sail away ladies
Ain't no use to sit and cry
You'll be
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By Joan Baez, Lord, his daddy was an honest man
Just a red dirt,
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Don't worry about my
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By Joan Baez, There are stars in the southern sky
Southward as you go
There
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By Joan Baez, Fields of children running wild in the sun
Like a forest
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By Joan Baez, An earthly nurse sits and sings,
And aye she sings a
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By Joan Baez, (traditional)
Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here
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By Joan Baez, They sat together in the park as the evening sky
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By Joan Baez, What I'll give you since you asked is all my
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By Joan Baez, So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
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By Joan Baez, Kneeling in the moonlight, gazing on the shore
The girl with
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
"You've loved me exquisitely."
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By Joan Baez, Oh Stewball was a racehorse
And I wish he were mine
He
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Still waters at night
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By Joan Baez, Suzane takes you down
To a place by the river
You can
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By Joan Baez, Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window
In the night
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Red telephone sitting by
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By Joan Baez, Chorus
Take me back to the place where I first saw
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By Joan Baez, Te recuerdo Amanda
La calle mojada
Corriendo a la fabrica
Donde trabajaba Manuel
La
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By Joan Baez, We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day
And now you'd
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By Joan Baez, Today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone
Left
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By Joan Baez, Oh, my, but you have a pretty face
You favour a
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By Joan Baez, When rose the eastern star
The birds came from afar
In that