JOAN BAEZ Seven Curses

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Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron chain around his neck.

Old Reilly’s daughter got a message
That her father was goin’ to hang.
She rode by night and came by morning
With gold and silver in her hand.

When the judge he saw Reilly’s daughter
His old eyes deepened in his head,
Sayin’, Gold will never free your father,
The price, my dear, is you instead.

Oh I’m as good as dead, cried Reilly,
It’s only you that he does crave
And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all.
Get on your horse and ride away.

Oh father you will surely die
If I don’t take the chance to try
And pay the price and not take your advice.
For that reason I will have to stay.

The gallows shadows shook the evening,
In the night a hound dog bayed,
In the night the grounds were groanin’,
In the night the price was paid.

The next mornin’ she had awoken
To know that the judge had never spoken.
She saw that hangin’ branch a-bendin’,
She saw her father’s body broken.

These be seven curses on a judge so cruel:
That one doctor will not save him,
That two healers will not heal him,
That three eyes will not see him.

That four ears will not hear him,
That five walls will not hide him,
That six diggers will not bury him
And that seven deaths shall never kill him.

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JOAN BAEZ Children Of The 80’s

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We’re the children of the 80’s, haven’t we grown
We’re tender as a lotus and we’re tougher than stone
And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden

We like the music of the 60’s
We think that era must have been nifty
Flower children, Woodstock and the War
Dirty scandals, cover-ups and more
Oh, but it’s getting harder to deceive us
We don’t care if Dylan’s gone to Jesus
Jimi Hendrix is playing o
We know Janis Joplin was the rose
And we also know that that’s the way it goes
With all the stuff that she put in her arm
Don’t be alarmed

We are the children of the 80’s, haven’t we grown
We’re tender as a lotus and we’re tougher than stone
And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden

Some of us are the sisters and the brothers
Who prefer the nighttime for our cover
A leather jacket and a single golden earring
Hang out at discos, rock shows, lose our hearing
Put tattoos all up and down our thighs
Do anything our parents would despise
Take uppers, downers, blues and reds and yellows
Our brains are turning to Jello
We think that life is overrated
Loneliness was underestimated
We are looking forward to the days
When we live inside of a purple haze
Where the salvation of the soul is rock and roll

We are the children of the 80’s, haven’t we grown
We’re tender as a lotus and we’re tougher than stone
And the age of our innocence is somewhere in the garden

Some of us may offer a surprise
Recently have you looked in our eyes
Maybe we’re your conscience in disguise
We’re well informed and we are wise
Please stop telling us lies
We know Afghanistan’s invaded
We know Bolivia’s dictated
We know America’s inflated
And although we do not move in masses
We have lit our candles from your ashes
We are the warriors of the sun
The golden boys and the golden girls
For a better world

We are the children of the 80’s, haven’t we grown
We’re tender as a lotus and we’re tougher than stone
And the age of our innocence is somewhere, somewhere in the garden

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JOAN BAEZ The Bells Of Gethsemani

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Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
My eyes are flowers on your tomb
And if I cannot eat my bread
My fasts shall live like willows where you died
If in the heat I find no water for my thirst
My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler

Come, in your labor find a resting place
And in my sorrows lay your head
Brother, take my life and bread
And buy yourself a better bed
Take my breath and take my death
Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani

When all the men of war are killed
And flags have fallen into dust
Your cross and mine will tell men still
He died on each for both of us
That we might become the brothers of God
And learn to know the Christ of burnt men

And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani

For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain
He weeps in the ruins of my spring
The money of whose tears shall fall
Into your weak and friendless hand
And buy you back to your own land

The silence of whose tears shall fall
Like bells upon your alien tomb
Hear them and come, they call you home
And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani

Yes, if they had been there
They would have taken that crown of thorns from his hair
And stayed for a while in that place of despair
Ah, but what do I see, my brother is there
And he’s ringing the bells of Gethsemani

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JOAN BAEZ Dink’s Song

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If I had wings like Noah’s dove
I’d fly the river to the one I love
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.
I had a man, who was long and tall,
Moved his body like a cannon ball.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.

‘Member one evening, it was drizzling rain
And in my heart I felt an aching pain.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.

Once I wore my apron low,
Been a-keep’ you away from my door.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.

Now my apron is up to my chin,
You pass my door but you never come in.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.

Muddy river runs muddy ‘n’ wild,
You can’t care the bloody for my unborn child.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.

Number nine train ain’ done no harm,
Number nine train take my poor baby home.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.

Fastest man I ever saw
Skid Missouri on the way to Arkansas.
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well.

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