(Words and Music by Joan Baez)       Red telephone sitting by my bed    Practically bore your name    Lying alone in the twilight zone    Waiting for your call to come in    Hadn't been for the kid    Who was sleeping upstairs    You'd have found me well on my way    On that midnight plane to L.A.       You suffered sweeter for me    Than anyone I've ever known       I dared to look into the years    Would you still have your wife?    I dared to peer through my tears    Could we ever have a life?    Even thought I was pregnant by you    But I didn't care    I just talked to my son    Would he mind another one?       You suffered sweeter for me    Than anyone I've ever known       Once more the mist rolls to the sea    Like a hundred times we've known    Trees are faded and the clouds have stopped    Where the wind had blown    How I dread when the evening comes    And I cannot be    What you want me to be    When you are next to me       How silent you are as the veils come down    Before my eyes    Soft and reserved as you move away    Donning your disguise    While every folk song that I ever knew    Once more comes true    And loves grows old    And waxes cold       You suffered sweeter for me    Than anyone I've ever known       Just one favor of you, my love    If I should die today    Take me down to where the hills    Meet the sea on a stormy day    Ride a ridge on a snow white horse    And throw my ashes away    To the wind and the sand    Where my song began       You suffered sweeter for me    Than anyone I've ever known       © 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)