1.Diamonds And Rust
Lyrics：Joan Baez
Music：Joan Baez
Well I'll be dammed here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual.
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And there sit hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known.
A couple of hight years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remeber your eves were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from？
A booth in the midnest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene aiready a legend
The unwatched phenomenon the original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed temporaely lost at sea
The madona was your's for free
Yes the girl on the half shell
Coulp keep you unharmed
Now I see you stanfing with brown leaves falling all around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel
Over washingion souare
Our breath comes out white clouds mingles ＆ hangs in the air
Speaking strickly for me, we both coulp've died then and their
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
Then gire me another word for it
you who're so good with words and at keeping things vague
Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back to clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
2.Fountain Of Sorrow
3.Never Dreamed You'd Leave in Summer
I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer
I thought you would go then come back home
I thought the cold would leave by sum-mer
But my qui-et nights will be spent alone
You said there would be warm love in spring-time
That was when you start-ed to be cold
I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer
But now I find my-self all alone
You said then you'd be the life in au-tumn
Said you'd be the one to see the way
I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer
But now I find my love has gone away
Why didn't you stay
4.Children And All That Jazz
Lyrics：Joan Baez)
Music：Joan Baez)
Little Annie Fannie
Morgan and Christian
Katy and Nathan
Tommy and Zem Zem
Alex and J.J.
Tai and Ezekial
Amy and Josie
Matthew and Mosie
Sweet Pearl and Nicholas
Come here and tickle us
I don't like nicknames
I like to play games
One of them's Batman
That's where it's at man
Look at your t-shirt
I see you're all wet now
I'll give you a bath
If you'll go to bed now
Oh can't you see
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Joey and Janet
Jennifer, Joshua
Justin and Jason
Jacob and Jordan
Heather and Shannon
Marisa and Kirsten
Kimmie and David
Who shall we play with？
Here comes my own son
Light of my life is
Younger than new leaves
Brighter than you please
Says that he loves me
Big as the world
and Gabriel Harris
You go to bed now
You go to bed now
It's quarter to nine
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
You heard what I said now
You go to bed now
It was a hard day
Never enough play
Iggy was sick
and couldn't come over
One of your mice died
That was when you cried
Get in the tub
And play with your boats now
Sit here beside me
I'll tell you a story
One about snakes
And anything gory
Ask me no questions
How far is the sky
And I'm falling asleep
And you're smarter than I am
Light of my life
Good night
Good night
Good night
5.Simple Twist Of Fate
6.Blue Sky
7.Hello In There
8.Jesse
9.Winds Of The Old Days
Lyrics：Joan Baez
Music：Joan Baez
The lady's adrift in a foreign land
Singing on issues both humble and grand
A decade flew past her and there on the page
She read that the prince had returned to the stage
Hovering near treacherous waters
A friend saw her drifting and caught her
Unguarded fantasies flying too far
Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Breath on an undying ember
It doesn't take much to remember
Those eloquent songs from the good old days
That set us to marching with banners ablaze
But reporters, there's no sense in prying
Our blue-eyed son's been denying
The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
The sixties are over so set him free
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
Ghosts of my history will follow me there
And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Why do I sit the autumnal judge
Years of self-righteousness will not budge
Singer or savior, it was his to choose
Which of us knows what was his to lose
Because idols are best when they're made of stone
A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
And martyrs most certainly die too young
So thank you for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
10.Dida
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair,
floating like a vapor on the summer air.
I hear her melodies like days gone by,
sighing around my heart o'er the fond hopes that die.
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,
Wailing for her lost love that comes not again.
I dream of Jeannie and my heart bows low,
nevermore to find her where the deep waters flow.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the roses falling;
it's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
It's I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow;
oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
12.Danny Boy
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