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Joan Baez - Joan Baez Album Lyrics



Joan Baez - Joan Baez Lyrics






Silver Dagger

(Traditional)

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.

All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life.
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Writer: JOAN C. BAEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing




East Virginia

THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
Joan Baez
Written by J. Robbie Robertson

VIRGIL CAINE IS THE NAME, AND I SERVED ON THE DANVILLE TRAIN
'TIL STONEMAN'S CAVALRY CAME AND TORE UP THE TRACKS AGAIN.
IN THE WINTER OF SIXTY-FIVE, WE WERE HUNGRY, JUST BARELY ALIVE.
BY MAY THE TENTH, RICHMOND HAD FELL;
IT'S A TIME I REMEMBER OH, SO WELL...

THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGIN',
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE PEOPLE WERE SINGIN'! THEY WENT...
LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA,
LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.

BACK WITH MY WIFE IN TENNESSEE, WHEN ONE DAY SHE CALLED TO ME,
"VIRGIL, QUICK, COME SEE: THERE GOES THE ROBERT E. LEE!"
NOW, I DON'T MIND CHOPPIN' WOOD, AND I DON'T CARE IF MY MONEY'S NO GOOD.
JUST TAKE WHAT YOU NEED AND LEAVE THE REST
BUT THEY SHOULD NEVER HAVE TAKEN THE VERY BEST.

THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGIN',
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE PEOPLE WERE SINGIN'! THEY WENT...
LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA,
LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.

LIKE MY FATHER BEFORE ME, I WILL WORK THE LAND.
AND, LIKE MY BROTHER BEFORE ME, I TOOK A REBEL STAND.
HE WAS JUST 18, PROUD AND BRAVE, WHEN A YANKEE LAID HIM IN HIS GRAVE.
I SWEAR BY THE MUD BELOW MY FEET,
YOU CAN'T RAISE A CAINE BACK UP WHEN HE'S IN DEFEAT.

THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGIN',
THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN
AND ALL THE PEOPLE WERE SINGIN'! THEY WENT...
LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA,
LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.






From: "Roy T. O'Conner"
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Writer: JOAN C. BAEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing




Fare Thee Well (10,000 Miles)

Oh fare thee well, I must be gone
And leave you for awhile
Wherever I go, I will return
If I go ten thousand miles
If I go, if I go, if I go ten thousand miles

Oh, ten thousand miles it is so far
To leave me here alone
Well, I may lie, lament and cry
And you'll, you'll not hear my mourn,
And you'll, no you'll, and you'll not hear my mourn

Oh, the crow that is so black, my love
Will change his color white
If ever I should prove false to thee
The day, day will turn to night
Yes, the day, oh the day, yes the day will turn to night

Oh, the rivers never will run dry
For the rocks melt with the sun
I'll never prove false to the boy I love
Till all, all these things be done
Till all, till all, till all these things be done
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Writer: DAVID GUDE
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




House of the Rising Sun

(Traditional)

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun.
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one.
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans,
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I'd have been at home today,
But I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray.
Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done,
To spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun.
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun.
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Writer: JOAN C. BAEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing




All My Trials

(Traditional)

Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over

The river of Jordan is chilly and cold
It chills the body but it warms the soul,
All my trials, Lord soon be over

I've got a little book with pages three,
And every page spells liberty,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over

If living were a thing that money could buy,
You know the rich would live
And the poor would die,
All my trials Lord, soon be over

There grows a tree in Paradise,
The Christians call it the tree of life,
All my trials Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over
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Writer: JOAN C. BAEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management




Wildwood Flower

(Traditional)

Oh, I'll twine with my mingles
And waving black hair
With the roses so red
And the lilies so fair;
And the myrtle so bright
With the emerald dew
The pale and the leader
And eyes look like blue.

[Instrumental]

Oh I'll dance, I will sing
And my laugh shall be gay.
I will charm every heart,
In his crown I will sway.
When I woke from my dreaming,
My idols was clay
All portions of love had all flown away.

[Instrumental]

Oh he taught me to love him
And promised to love
And to cherish me over
All others above.
How my heart is now wond'ring
No misery can tell.
He's left me no warning,
No words of farewell.

[Instrumental]

Oh, he taught me to love him
And called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him
Through life's dreary hour.
Oh, I long to see him
And regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected
This pale wildwood flower.
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Writer: JOAN C. BAEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Donna Donna

(A. Zeitlin, S. Secunda)

On a waggon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there's a swallow,
Winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing,
They laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
And half the summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna; Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.
"Stop complaining!" said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be ?
Why don't you have wings to fly with,
Like the swallow so proud and free?" + Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
Never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow has learned to fly. + Chorus
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Writer: AARON ZEITLIN, ARTHUR KEVESS, ARTHUR S. KEVESS, SHELDON SECUNDA, SHOLOM 'SAMUEL' SECUNDA, TEDDI SCHWARTZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




John Riley

Fair young maid all in a garden
Strange young man, passerby
He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?"
This then, sir, was her reply:

Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails all on the sea.
He's been gone for seven years
Still no man shall marry me

What if he's in some battle slain
Or drowned (sic) in the deep salt sea
What if he's found another love
And he and his love both married be?

Well, if he's in some battle slain
I will go and mourn all on his grave
And if he's drowned in the deep salt sea
I'll be true to his memory

And if he's found another love
And he and his love both married be
I'll wish them health and happiness
Where they dwell across the sea

He picked her up all in his arms
Kisses gave her, One, two, three
Said, Here am I, my own true love
I am your long-lost John Riley!
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Writer: Traditional
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management




Rake And Rambling Boy

(Traditional)

[Chorus:]
Well I'm a rake and ramblin' boy.
There's many a city I did enjoy,
And now I've married me a pretty little wife
And I love her dearer than I love my life.

Oh, she was pretty, both neat and gay
Caused me to rob the broad highway
Oh, yes, I robbed it, I do declare.
And I got myself ten thousand bail.

[Chorus]

Oh when I die don't bury me at all
Place my bones in alcohol
And at my feet place a snow white dove
To let the world know I died for love.

Well I'm a rake and a ramblin' boy.
There's many a city I did enjoy,
And now I've married me a pretty little wife
And I love her dearer than I love my life.
And I love her dearer than I love my life.
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Writer: JOAN C. BAEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Little Moses

Away by the waters so blue
The ladies were winding their way
While Pharaoh's little daughter went down to the water
To bathe in the cool of the day
Before it was dark she opened the ark
And found the sweet babe that was there

And away by the waters so blue
The infant was lonely and sad
She took him in pity and thought him so pretty
And it made little Moses so glad
She called him her own, her beautiful son
And she sent for a nurse who was near

And away by the waters so blue
They carried that beautiful child
To his tender mother, to his sister and brothers
Little Moses looked happy and smiled
His mother so good did all that she could
To raise him and teach him with care

And away by the sea that was red
Little Moses the servant of God
While in him confided, the sea was divided
As upwards he lifted his rod
And the Jews safely crossed while Pharaoh's host
Was drowned in the waters and lost

And away on a mountain so high
The last that he ever did see
With Israel victorious, his hopes were most glorious
That soon all the Jordan be free
When his spirit did cease, he departed in peace
And rested in the Heavens above
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Writer: Artie Dunn, Al Nevins, Morty Nevins, Buck Ram
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Unison Rights S.L.




Mary Hamilton

(Traditional)

Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I put him in a tiny boat
And cast him out to sea
That he might sink or he might swim
But he'd never come back to me
Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow town
This night we'll go and see
She put not on her robes of black
Nor her robes of brown
But she put on her robes of white
To ride into Glasgow town
And as she rode into Glasgow town
The city for to see
The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife
Cried Alack and alas for thee
You need not weep for me she cried
You need not weep for me
For had I not slain my own wee babe
This death I would not dee
Oh little did my mother think
When first she cradled me
The lands I was to travel in
And the death I was to dee
Last night I washed the Queen's feet
And put the gold in her hair
And the only reward I find for this
The gallows to be my share
Cast off cast off my gown she cried
But let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin round my face
The gallows I would not see
Then by them come the king himself
Looked up with a pitiful eye
Come down come down Mary Hamillton
Tonight you will dine with me
Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege
And let your folly be
For if you'd a mind to save my life
You'd never have shamed me here
Last night there were four marys
Tonight there'll be but three
It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton
And Mary Carmichael and me.
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Writer: JOAN C. BAEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing




Henry Martin

(Traditional)

There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three,
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
Should go, should go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.

The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all the three;
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea,
Salt sea, the salt sea.
For to maintain his two brothers and he.

He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a short winter's day,
Before he espied a stout lofty ship,
Lofty ship, lofty ship,
Come abibbing down on him straight way.

Hullo! Hullo! cried Henry Martin,
What makes you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town,
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?

Oh no! Oh no! cried Henry Martin,
This thing it never could be,
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, salt sea.
For to maintain my two brothers and me.

Come lower your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give you a full cannon ball,
Cannon ball, cannon ball,
And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea.

Oh no! we won't lower our lofty topsail,
Nor bring our ship under your lee,
And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods,
Merchant goods, merchant goods
Nor point our bold guns to the sea.

Then broadside and broadside and at it they went
For fully two hours or three,
Till Henry Martin gave to her the deathshot,
The deathshot, the deathshot,
And straight to the bottom went she.

Bad news, bad news, to old England came,
Bad news to fair London Town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away,
Cast away, cast away,
And all of her merry men drown'd.
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Writer: BERT JANSCH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing




El Preso Número Nueve

El preso número nueve ya lo van a confesar
Está encerrado en la celda con el cura del penal
Y antes del amanecer la vida le han de quitar
Porque mató su mujer y a un amigo desleal
Dice así al confesar
Los maté si señor
Y si vuelvo a nacer
Yo los vuelvo a matar

Padre no me arrepiento
Ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo sé que allá en el cielo
El ser supremo nos juzgará
Voy a seguir sus pasos
Voy a buscarla hasta el más allá

Ay. yayayayayyyyy

El preso número nueve era un hombre muy cabal
Iba en la noche del pueblo muy contento en su jacal
Pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival
Ardió en el pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar
Al sonar el clarín se formó el pelotón
Y rumbo al paredón se oyó al preso a decir

Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad
Yo sé que allá en el cielo el ser supremo nos juzgará
Voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarlos al más allá

Ay. yayayayayyyyy yaay
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




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Joan Baez, also known as Joan Baez, Vol. 1, is the debut solo album by folk singer Joan Baez. The album was recorded in the summer of 1960 and released the same year. The original release featured 13 traditional folk songs. Later reissues included three additional songs.

In 2015, the album was selected for induction into National Recording Registry of the Library of Congress for special recognition and preservation as one of the sound recordings in over 130 years of recording history that has "cultural, artistic and/or historical significance to American society and the nation's audio legacy".
Genre(s): Folk
Length: 46:02
Released: October 1st, 1960
Year: 1960

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