In my heart I will wait by the stony gate And the little one in my arms will sleep Every rising of the moon makes the years grow late And the love in
I am less than the song I am singing I am more than I thought I could be Spent some time as a child in day-dreaming As a young one I sailed on the sea
How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger? His warm arms all around me How long since I've gazed in the dark eyes that melted
I take with me where I go A pen and a golden bowl Poet and beggar step in my shoes Or a prince in a purple shawl I bring with me when I return To the
Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh The story of Bangladesh Is an ancient
baby, sweet baby, hush baby, hush It's just a dream, one of those that goes on and on Scene after scene with the rhythm of a gypsy song When I really
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) When the mist rolls in on Highway One like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs and I
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone, I gave my love a chicken that has no bone, I gave my love a ring that has no end, I gave my love a baby with
the rolling of the sea And watch the swallows as they fly There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings There is no choir like their song There
(Traditional, arranged and adapted by Joan Baez) 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
above the rolling of the sea And watch the swallows as they fly There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings There is no choir like their song There
(Joan Baez and Ron Davies) I had a dream I was following a barefoot girl Beside a stream that flowed around the world And we spoke of many things though
(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) I gave my love a cherry that has no stone, I gave my love a chicken that has no bone, I gave my love a ring that has no
This is the song at the end of the movie When the house lights go on The people go home The plot's been resolved It's all over This is the day after
(Joan Baez) They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit And two finger bowls of glass The couch is gold with a floral design And the wine is Germany'
(H. Axton) I am less than the song I am singing I am more than I thought I could be Spent some time as a child in day dreaming As a young one I sailed
(J. Baez) How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes
(J. Baez) Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh The story of Bangladesh
