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I believe in prophecy
Some folks see things not everybody can
Still alive but air is getting bad. Oh how I
I am a wanderer, feet on the ground
Heart on my
I was walkin'
Walkin' down the Jericho road
And every mile that
Mary, You're covered in roses, You're covered in ashes
You're covered
Ooh....
Mother mary, full or grace, awaken,
All our homes are gone,
Well, I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or
Cut me down,
Bury this rosary
Somewhere out of town,
Somewhere out by
Lo cardillo
I
Stó' criscenno no bello cardillo...
quanta cose ca
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where
How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
In my heart I
I see the town where we were born
I see the
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
A young gypsy fell
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