JOAN BAEZ Rexroth’s Daughter

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Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell
In the middle of everything under no particular spell
I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars
Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar
My restlessness is long gone I would stand here like an old jack pine
But I’m looking for rexroth’s daughter the friend of a friend of mine

I can’t believe your hands and mouth did all that to me
Are so daily naked for all the world to see
That thunderstorm in michigan I never will forget
We shook right with the thunder with the pounding rain got wet
Where did you turn when you turned from me with your arms across your chest
I am looking for rexroth’s daughter I saw her in the great northwest

Would she have said it was the wrong time if I had found her then
I don’t want too much a field across the road and a few good friends
She used to come see me but she was always there gone
Even the very longest love does not last too long
She’d stand there in my doorway smoothing out her dress
say this life is a thump-ripe melon–so sweet and such a mess

I wanted to get to know you but you said you were shy
I would have followed you anywhere but hello rolled into goodbye
I just stood there watching as you walked along the fence
Beware of them that look at you as an experience
You’re back out on the highway with your poems of city heat
I’m looking for rexroth’s daughter here on my own side street

The murderer who lived next door seemed like such a normal guy–
If you try to follow what they shove at us you run out of tears to cry
I heard a man speak quietly I listened for a while
He spoke from his heart to my woe then he bowed smiled
What is real but compassion as we move from birth to death
I am looking for rexroth’s daughter I’m running out of breath

Spring will come back I know it will it will do its best
So useful so endangered like a lion or a breast
I think about my children when I look at any child’s face
pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace
It’s so cold out there tonight so stormy I can hardly see
I’m looking for rexroth’s daughter I guess I always will be

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JOAN BAEZ Day After Tomorrow

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I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much, here
I can’t wait to see you all
And I’m counting the days, dear
I still believe that there’s gold
At the end of the world
And I’ll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow

It is so hard
And it’s cold here
And I’m tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
Up by the Wisconsin border
But I miss you won’t believe
Shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch tomorrow
On the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes
Every night
And I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies
Everyone buys
About what it means to be a soldier
I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
About all the blood that’s been spilled
Look out on the street
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow

You can’t deny
The other side
Don’t want to die
Any more than we do
What I’m trying to say,
Is don’t they pray
To the same God that we do?
Tell me, how does God choose?
Whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel?
And who throws the dice
On the day after tomorrow?

Mmmmmmm…
I’m not fighting
For justice
I am not fighting
For freedom
I am fighting
For my life
And another day
In the world here
I just do what I’ve been told
You’re just the gravel on the road
And the one’s that are lucky
One’s come home
On the day after tomorrow

And the summer
It too will fade
And with it comes the winter’s frost, dear
And I know we too are made
Of all the things that we have lost here
I’ll be twenty-one today
I’ve been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
On the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
On the day after tomorrow

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JOAN BAEZ Lucifer’s Eyes

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You are fair-haired, oh, your lips are red
You like softball, oh, and the Grateful Dead
Why am I attracted to
The body and the mind of you?

You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer’s eyes
And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize
Running through a field of flames
Playing our forbidden game

Camouflaging all, you pass me in the hall
Leaving me standing naked with my feelings
Did you see me here, swallowing my tears?
Everything that was solid now is reeling

Ah, but I know you, oh, and you know me, too
You know the closet, oh, that I share with you
There are places we could go
No one would ever, ever know

Let’s try real time, oh, come sit on my bed
We’ll share our lifetimes, oh, and the Grateful Dead

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JOAN BAEZ Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)

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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They’re flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

My father’s own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills
Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves
The radio tells me they’re just deportees

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys we died on your plains
We died ‘neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river we died just the same

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted
Our work contract’s out and we have to move on
But it’s six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil
And be called by no name except deportee

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

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JOAN BAEZ Henry Russell’s Last Words

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Still alive but the air is getting bad
Oh how I love you Mary
I have made my peace with God
Oh how I love you Mary

You did not ask why I go down in the mine
Oh how I love you Mary
It was for the children and it was for better times
Oh how I love you Mary

Stay in America and give the give the kids a home
Oh how I love you Mary
Marry another you should not be alone
Oh how I love you Mary

We are weakening our hearts are beating fast
Oh how I love you Mary
We think about our families and we do not feel bad
Oh how I love you Mary

They will lay me in a pauper’s grave
Oh how I love you Mary
Tell my father my soul is saved
Oh how I love you Mary

Meet me in heaven I’ll wait for you there
Oh how I love you Mary
Oh how I love you Mary

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JOAN BAEZ Marie Flore

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Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten
Whom I met in the south end of France.
Stepping out of the crowd was the daughter
Of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glance.
She spoke no English but sat by my side in the car
And pointed out places en route to the village of Arles.

Marie, Marie Flore came to table that night
As I dined in an ancient hotel.
The room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century
And they suited her well.
She would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queen
And laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I’d mean.

Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night
When I sang for the people of Arles.
She stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena,
Her frame in my mind was never too far.
In the rush that did follow I found she was holding my hand
And ushering me through an evening the elders had planned.

Marie, Marie Flore, I will always remember
Your eyes, your smile and your grace.
The gold that flowed with your laughter remains
To enlighten the image I have of your face.
For I have seen children with faces much wiser than time,
And you, my Marie, are most certainly one of this kind.

Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I see you again
By plan or by chance.
But if not you’ll be there when I’m dreaming of rain over Paris
Or sun on the south end of France.
Marie, Marie, Marie Flore.

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JOAN BAEZ Joe Hill

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I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I But Joe, you’re ten years dead
I never died said he,
I never died said he.

The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
They shot you Joe says I.
Takes more than guns to kill a man
Says Joe I didn’t die
Says Joe I didn’t die

In Salt Lake City, Joe, says I,
Him standing by my bed,
They framed you on a murder charge,
Says Joe, But I ain’t dead,
Says Joe, But I ain’t dead.

And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes.
Says Joe What they can never kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize

From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where working men defend their rights,
It’s there you find Joe Hill,
It’s there you find Joe Hill!

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you and me.
Says I But Joe, you’re ten years dead
I never died said he,
I never died said he.

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