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By Joan Baez, So it's time to set you free
Watch you sail away
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By Joan Baez, If I knew where the wild dove flew
I would not
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By Joan Baez, If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would
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By Joan Baez, .
Llego con tres heridas
la del amor,
la de
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By Joan Baez, Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try
No people
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By Joan Baez, In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order
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By Joan Baez, In the quiet morning, there was much despair
And in the
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By Joan Baez, Hard times, hard times in Canaan land
Trouble in the mind
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By Joan Baez, Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm
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By Joan Baez, You must leave now, take what you need, you think
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By Joan Baez, Jack-A-Roe (Traditional)
There was a wealthy merchant,
In London he did dwell
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By Joan Baez, Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed
Where we
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By Joan Baez, I dreamed, I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you
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By Joan Baez, Fair young maid all in a garden
Stange young man, passerby
He
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By Joan Baez, Just A Closer Walk With Thee
I am
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails
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By Joan Baez, Kitty
(C)Out in the wide world Kitty, (G)pretty (C)Kitty.
(C)Out in the
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By Joan Baez, Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord,
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By Joan Baez, Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drill
To
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By Joan Baez, La Llorona
Todos me dicen el negro, llorona
negro pero cariñoso
Yo soy
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By Joan Baez, He came from his palace grand
He came to my cottage
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By Joan Baez, Cada madre agobiada ya descansará,
Y en nuestros brazos sus criaturas
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By Joan Baez, She was a lass from the low country
And he was
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By Joan Baez, (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
You're tired and you're
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By Joan Baez, I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of
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By Joan Baez, I am less than the song I am singing
I am
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By Joan Baez, When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes
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By Joan Baez, Lily lived in a farmhouse at the edge of town
Long
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By Joan Baez, Lily of the West
Arrangement by Joan Baez
When first I
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By Joan Baez, The festival was over and the boys were all planning