: (Joan Baez) Coconuts sitting in my hand Remindin' me of my island man And my island man sitting in his hut Dreamin' about my coconuts Coconuts floating
: (Joan Baez) We've watched them leaving, seen their ragged flight Children of the jungle, mothers of the night A boy of ten by the roadside lies Hears
: (Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck) When I was young then all my boughs Were thickly hung with glittering hopes. But one by one they've
: (Joan Baez) Once again the workers rise with the lark There's a mass going on in the people's park Silent and determined they set to embark On a three
: (Joan Baez) Look for me in crisis centers Padded cells Oh, wish me well Oh, shame, don't blame my mother As I am moving out I see She wanted all
: (Joan Baez) 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
: (Joan Baez) 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
: (Joan Baez) Well there you stand A figure at my door And shadows fall On those that are no more And each time I love and take the fall Then like the
: (Joan Baez) Wake me with kisses in the afternoon The butler knows any time you arrive is never too soon He knows just where you are by the sound of
: (Joan Baez) My name is Chaffey, I'm from Marriott, U.S.A. I'm a high school graduate and I'm looking for a way To chase my future down and lay it
: (Joan Baez) Look at young Natasha fly Got gold medals in her starry eyes Di Di Di She's a family jewel and a national prize Tiny in her leotard, every
: (Joan Baez) I never knew you meant that much to me Why did I pour a candle when you died Find a picture of you walking in Central Park With the iron
: (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Georges Delerue) Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well? Tears
: (Joan Baez) Been sitting on old park benches Brother, hasn't it been fun? But you remember me from the trenches I fought in World War One Yes, you
: (Music by Joan Baez, Words by Thomas Merton) Sweet brother, if I do not sleep My eyes are flowers on your tomb And if I cannot eat my bread My fasts
: (Joan Baez) Come all of ye fair and silver ladies Who rise with the dawn Dreaming of lovers Sing to the swans The count gave me a jet black saddle
: (Joan Baez) You've got eyes like Jesus But you speak with a viper's tongue We were just sitting around on earth Where the hell did you come from?
: (Joan Baez) Happy birthday, Leonid Brezhnev What a lovely seventy-fifth We watched the party on TV You seemed to be taking things casually What a
