Joan Baez Colours

Yellow is the color of my true love’s hair

In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise

That’s the time

That’s the time

I love the best

Green is the color of the sparkling corn

In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise

That’s the time

That’s the time

I love the best

Blue is the color of the sky

In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise

That’s the time

That’s the time

I love the best

Mellow is the feeling that I get

When I see her, uhh-hmm, When I see her, oh yeah

That’s the time

That’s the time

I love the best

Freedom is a word I rarely use

Without thinking, oh yeah, Without thinking, hm-m

Of the time

Of the time

When I’ve been loved

Yellow is the color of my true love’s hair

In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise

That’s the time

That’s the time

I love the best

Joan Baez James And The Gang

Can you find another star to dream on

The summer’s coming to an end

Say goodbye to all your wandering friends

And lovers, casual confidants

Who shared your dreams

When you were sixteen

And you walked on the sands of glory

With James and the gang

You were one magnificent story

You and James and the gang

Pass the pipe and like the sun get higher

In pack of roving wolverines

Placing bets on every girl in teens and jeans

Who eyed you suspiciously

With your biblical hair

And your mystical stare

As you walked on the sands of glory

With James and the gang

You were one magnificent story

You and James and the gang

When all your illusions did lie in the palm of your hand

And your limits were only the sky and the rolling sand

And of every summer to come

This summer would be the one

You’d remember forever

In your dreams

Oh, twinkle, twinkle little star

Did you ever wonder who you are

And do you think that life is just a Belushi movie

And the heartbreak years that lie ahead

Be true to yourself and the Grateful Dead

And remember the summer when all was hip and groovy

And you walked on the sands of glory

With James and the gang

You were one magnificent story

You and James and the gang

Hush little baby, momma once was sixteen

On the back of a Harley Davidson

Boyfriend was a born again

He shouted from the word of Jesus while doing 105

Down the coast highway

Only half a day from where

You walked on the sands of glory

With James and the gang

You were one magnificent story

You and James and the gang

Joan Baez And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my pack

And I lived the free life of a rover

From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback

I waltzed my Matilda all over

Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son

It’s time to stop rambling ’cause there’s work to be done

So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun

And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda

As we sailed away from the quay

And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers

We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day

How the blood stained the sand and the water

And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well

He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells

And in five minutes flat he’d blown us all to hell

Nearly blew us right back to Australia

But the band played Waltzing Matilda

As we stopped to bury our slain

We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs

Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive

In a mad world of blood, death and fire

And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive

But around me the corpses piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit

And when I woke up in my hospital bed

And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead

Never knew there were worse things than dying

For no more I’ll go waltzing Matilda

All around the green bush far and near

For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs

No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed

And they shipped us back home to Australia

The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane

Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla

And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay

I looked at the place where my legs used to be

And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me

To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the band played Waltzing Matilda

As they carried us down the gangway

But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared

Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch

And I watch the parade pass before me

And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march

Reliving old dreams of past glory

And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore

The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war

And the young people ask, “What are they marching for?”

And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda

And the old men answer to the call

But year after year their numbers get fewer

Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Who’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me

And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong

Who’ll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Joan Baez Little Darlin’

Little darlin’, little darlin’

Oh where, are you, oo oo oo oo

Walla walla chipa mocka mogga

Oh my lover, oh just for you, only you

My darling, I need you

Darling I need you to call my own

To hold your life, your little foot, your hand

I knew someone would understand that

Hold my hand

My dear, I would run

To find without you

Oo oo oo oo oo

Oh, oo oo oo

That my love was just for you, ‘n only you

Joan Baez Michael

In the time spent in the foggy dew

With the raven and the dove

Barefoot she walked the winter streets

In search of her own true love

For she was Mary Hamilton

And lover of John Riley

And the maid of constant sorrow

And the mother of the doomed Geordie

One day by the banks of the river

Midst tears and gossamer

Sweet Michael rowed his boat ashore

And came to rescue her

And fill thee up my loving cup

Fast and to the brim

How many fair and tender maids

Could love as she could then?

For was was likened to Pretty Boy Floyd

And also John Riley

And a rake and rambling railroad boy

And the Silkie of the Sule Skerry

And there in the arms of Michael

In their stolen hour

Loud rang the bells of Rhymney

From the ancient church bell tower

And there in the night with Michael

While he lay fast asleep

She put her head to the window pane

And in the fullness of love did weep

And fill thee up my loving cup

Fast and to the brim

How many fair and tender maids

Will love as she did then?

You’ve heard of the House of the Rising Sun

And what careless love can do

You’ve heard of the wildwood flower

That fades in the morning dew

And of the ship that circles three times round

And sinks beneath the sea

You’ve heard of Barbary Allen

And now you’ve heard of me

So fill thee up my loving cup

Fast and to the brim

How many fair and tender maids

Will ever love again?

Joan Baez If You Were A Carpenter

If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady

Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?

If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me

Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?

See my love through loneliness

See my love for sorrow

I’ve given you my onlyness,

Come give me your tomorrow

If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?

Answer me, Yes I would, I’d put you above me”

And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding,

Would you see it written on my face? I’m here for the finding.

See my love through loneliness

See my love for sorrow

I’ve given you my onlyness,

Come give me your tomorrow

If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady

Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?

Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?

Joan Baez Johnny Cuckoo

Here comes one Johnny cuckoo,

Cuckoo, cuckoo.

Here comes one Johnny Cuckoo,

On a cold and stormy night.

What did you come for,

Come for, come for?

What did you come for,

On a cold and stormy night?

I come to be a soldier,

Soldier, soldier,

I come to be a soldier,

On a cold and stormy night.

You are too black and dirty,

Dirty, dirty.

You are too black and dirty

On a cold and stormy night.

I’m just as good as you are

You are, you are.

I’m just as good as you are

On a cold and stormy night.

Joan Baez Crack In The Mirror

You say you can’t remember this man she can’t forget

You say that it’s been too damn long time to bury the hatchet

And if it made a difference well you would say you’re sorry

It really makes you wonder why you should even bother

There’s a mirror in the house at the edge of town

There’s a crack in the mirror

All fall down

She was just a baby (seems so long ago)

Left a little crazy (seems so long ago)

Sleepy little southern state (seems so long ago)

Never heard of segregate

Never heard of segregate

Never heard of segregate

He was just a hired hand (no one’s left to blame)

Daddy was a working man (it’s a dirty shame)

Work took Daddy far from home (no one’s left to blame)

Better hide the evidence (of a dirty little game)

There’s a mirror in the house at the edge of town

There’s a crack in the mirror

All fall down

No one in that big, old house heard the baby cry

Hide your guilt in ignorance so no one has to lie

No one in her daddy’s house heard her make a sound (now there’s)

Blood on everybody’s hands

Blood on everybody’s hands

Blood on everybody’s hands

(Gonna come around again)

He was just a hired hand (no one’s left to blame)

Daddy kept him on again (it’s a dirty shame)

For ten long years he watched her grow

For ten long years he watched her

Nobody would ever know the places that he touched her

There’s a mirror in the house at the edge of town

There’s a crack in the mirror

There’s a mirror in the house at the edge of town

There’s a crack in the mirror

All fall down

Now you say don’t remember this man she can’t forget

You say that your life must go on time to bury the hatchet

And if she was so damned afraid you’re sure you would remember

Children will exaggerate

Children will exaggerate

Children will exaggerate

Children will exaggerate

There’s a mirror in the house at the edge of town

There’s a crack in the mirror

There’s a mirror in the house at the edge of town

There’s a crack in the mirror

There’s a mirror in the house at the edge of town

There’s a crack in the mirror

All fall down

No one can find me

No one will find me now

Joan Baez My Good Old Man

Where are you going, my good old man?

Where are you going, my honey, lovey dove?

Where are you going, my good old man?

Best old man in the world

[Spoken:] Well, I’m going hunting.

What do you want for breakfast, my good old man? (as above)

Eggs

How many do you want, my good old man

A bushel

A bushel will kill you, my good old man

I don’t care

Where do you want to be buried, my good old man

Over there in the chimney corner

The ashes will fall on you, my good old man

I don’t care

What’ll you do then, my good old man?

I will haunt you

A haunt can’t haunt a haunt, my good old man

Recorded by Dildine family