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Joan Baez
Joan Baez


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Настоящее имя Joan Chandos Baez
Дата рождения 9 января 1941 г.
Откуда Staten Island, New York City, New York United States
Жанры Folk
Folk-Rock
Годы 1958—н.в.
Лейблы Virgin Records
Columbia Records
Vanguard Records
A&M Records
E1 Music
См. также Indigo Girls
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Bob Dylan
Grateful Dead
Steve Earle
Jackson Browne
Judy Collins
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Mimi Fariña
Janis Ian
Odetta
Pete Seeger
Paul Simon
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Dar Williams
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Joan Baez, Vol. 2 (1961)
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Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled, she's always confined
Controlled by her parents untill she's a wife
A slave to her husband the rest of her life

Oh, i'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad
i've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He's courted me daily, by night and by day
But now he is packing and moving away

My parents don't like him because he is poor
They say he's not worthy of entering my door
He works for a living, his money's his own
And if they don't like it they can leave him alone

Your horses are hungry, go feed them some hay
Then sit down beside me as long as you may
My horses aint hungry, they won't eat your hay
Then fare thee well darlin i'll be on my way

Your wagon needs greasing your whip is to mend
Then sit down beside me as long as you can
My wagon is greasy, my whip's in my hand
Then fare thee well darlin, no longer to stand

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The trees they grow high,
the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many an hour I have watched him all alone
He's young,
but he's daily growing

Father, dear father,
you've done me great wrong
You have married me to a boy who is too young
I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen
He's young,
but he's daily growing

Daughter, dear daughter,
I've done you no wrong
I have married you to a great lord's son
He'll make a lord for you to wait upon
He's young,
but he's daily growing

Father, dear father, if you see fit
We'll send him to college for one year yet
I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the maidens know that he's married

One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys aplaying with the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing

At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
And death had put an end to his growing

. . .


Lily of the West

Arrangement by Joan Baez

When first I came to Louisville
Some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from Lexington
Was pleasing to my mind
Her rosy cheeks, her ruby lips
Like arrows pierced my breast
And the name she bore was Flora
The Lily Of The West

I courted lovely Flora
Some pleasure there to find
She turned unto another man
Which sore distressed my mind
She robbed me of my liberty
Deprived me of my rest
Still I love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West

Down in yonder shady grove
A man of high degree
Conversing with my Flora there
It seemed so strange to me
And the answer that she gave to him
It sure did me oppress
I was betrayed by Flora
The Lily Of The West

I stepped up to my rival
My dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar and
I boldly made him stand
Being mad to desperation I pierced him in the breast
All for my lovely Flora
The Lily Of The West

I had to stand my trial
I had to make my plea
They placed me in the criminal box
And then commenced on me
Although she swore my life away
Deprived me of my rest
And I still love my faithless Flora
The Lily Of The West

. . .


An earthly nurse sits and sings,
And aye she sings a lily wean -
"Little ken I my bairn's father,
Far less the land that he dwells in."

For he's come one night to her bed's foot
And a grumly guest I'm sure he'd be,
Saying, "Here am I, thy bairn's father,
Although I be not comely.

"I am a man upon the land,
I am a silkie in the sea,
And when I'm far and far from land,
My home it is the sule skerrie."

And he has ta'en a purse of gold,
And he had placed it upon her knee,
Saying, "Give to me my little young son
And take thee up thy nurse's fee.

"And I will come one summer's day
When the sun shine's bright on every stane,
I'll come and fetch my little young son,
And teach him how to swim the faem.

"And ye shall marry a gunner bold,
And a right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be,
And the very first shot that ever he shoots
Will kill both my young son and me."

. . .


Engine 143

Along came the F15 the swiftest on the line Running o'er the C&O road just twenty minutes behind Running into Cevile head porters on the line Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm Saying my darling son be careful how you run For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time And if you run your engine right you'll get there just on time
Up the road he darted against the rocks he crushed Upside down the engine turned and Georgie's breast did smash His head was against the firebox door the flames are rolling high I'm glad I was born for an engineer to die on the C&O road
The doctor said to Georgie my darling boy be still Your life may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will Oh no said George that will not do I want to die so free I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty three
The doctor said to Georgie your life cannot be saved Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave His face was covered up with blood his eyes they could not see And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer my God to thee

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Once I knew a pretty girl
I loved her as my life
I'd gladly give my heart and hand
To make her my wife
Ooh, to make her my wife

She took me by the hand
She led me to the door
She put her arms around me
Saying, "Please don't come no more"
Ooh, Please, come no more

Well, I'd not been gone
But about six months
When she did complain
And she wrote me a letter
Saying, "please come back again."
Ooh, Please, come again

So I sent her an answer
Just for to let her know
That no young man should venture
Where once he could not go
Ooh, Where once he could not go.

So come all you young lovers
Take a warning from me
And never hang your affections
On a green, growing tree
Ooh, on a green, growing tree

For the leaves they will wither
Roots will decay
And the beauty of a young girl
Will soon fade away
Ooh, will soon fade away

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Song Title: Lonesome Road
Artist(Band): Joan Baez

Look up and down that lonesome road,
hang down your head and cry - my Lord!
hang down your head and cry

They say all good friends must part sometimes
why not you and I (my Lord)
why not you and I

I wish to the Lord that I've never been born,
or died when I was a baby, my Lord!
or died when I was a baby

I would've not been here eating this cold cold bread
and supping this salty gravy, my Lord!
and supping this salty gravy

I wish to the Lord that I've never seen your face,
heard your lying tongue, my Lord!
heard your lying tongue

So look up and down that lonesome road,
all our friends have gone, my Lord!
and you and I must go

Look up and down that lonesome road,
hang down your head and cry - my Lord!
hang down your head and cry

. . .


I asked my love to take a walk
To take a walk, just a little walk
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the old Ohio

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the old Ohio

I held a knife against her breast
As in my arms she pressed
She cried, "Oh, Willie, don't murder me
I'm not prepeared for eternity"

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the old Ohio

I started home 'tween twelve and one
I cried, "My God, what have I done?
Killed the only woman I loved
Because she would not be my bride"

And only say that you'll be mine
In no others arms entwine
Down beside where the waters flow
Down by the banks of the old Ohio

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Pal Of Mine

In the night, while you lay sleeping Dreaming of your amber skies Was a poor boy broken hearted Listening to the winds that sigh
My little darling, oh how, I love you How I love you, none can tell In your heart you love another Little darling, pal of mine
Many a day, with you I've rambledHappiest hours, with you I've spent For I had your heart forever But I find it's only lent
There is just three things I wish for That's my casket, shroud and grave When I'm dead, don't weep for me Just like those lips that you betrayed

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Twas in the merry month of May
When green buds all were swelling,
Sweet William on his death bed lay
For love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his servant to the town
To the place where she was dwelling,
Saying you must come, to my master dear
If your name be Barbara Allen.

So slowly, slowly she got up
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And the only words to him did say
Young man I think you're dying.

He turned his face unto the wall
And death was in him welling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to my friends all
Be good to Barbara Allen.

When he was dead and laid in grave
She heard the death bells knelling
And every stroke to her did say
Hard hearted Barbara Allen.

Oh mother, oh mother go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died of love for me
And I will die of sorrow.

And father, oh father, go dig my grave
Make it both long and narrow,
Sweet William died on yesterday
And I will die tomorrow.

Barbara Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet William was buried beside her,
Out of sweet William's heart, there grew a rose
Out of Barbara Allen's a briar.

They grew and grew in the old churchyard
Till they could grow no higher
At the end they formed, a true lover's knot
And the rose grew round the briar.

. . .


When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee

Joseph and Mary walked through an orchard green
There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen
There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen

Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild:
Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child
Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child

Then Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he
Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee!
Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee!

Then up spoke baby Jesus, from in Mary's womb:
Bend down the tallest branches, that my mother might have some
Bend down the tallest branches, that my mother might have some

And bend down the tallest branches, it touched Mary's hand
Cried she: Oh look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command
Oh look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command

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Traditional

Well, I had an old dog and his name was Blue,
Had an old dog and his name was Blue.
Had an old dog and his name was Blue...
Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too...
"Here old Blue"
"Good dog you"

Well, I shouldered my axe and I tooted my horn,
Went to find 'possum in the new-grown corn.
Old Blue treed and I went to see,
Blue had 'possum up a tall oak tree.
Mmm, boy I roast'd 'possum, nice and brown,
Sweet po-ta-toes, n' all a-round...
And to say "Here old Blue (here-boy)
You can have some too"

Now, Old Blue died and he died so hard,
Made a big dent in my back-yard.
Dug his grave with a silver spade,
Lowered him down with a link of chain.
Ev-er-y link I did call his name...
Singing "Here…old...Blue-ue...
"Good dog you"

Now, when I get to heaven, first thing I'll do.
When I get to heaven, first thing 'awm do.
When I get to heaven first thing I'll do,
Pull out my horn and call old Blue...
I'll say, "Here Old Blue come-on dog"
"Good dog you."

I'll say, "Here Blue-e"
"I'm a coming there too"
"Down boy... good dog"

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Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
transcribed by Manfred Helfert.

She went upstairs to make her bed
And not one word to her mother said.
Her mother she went upstairs too
Saying, "Daughter, oh daughter, what's troublin' you?":
"Oh mother, oh mother, I cannot tell
That railroad boy that I love so well.
He courted me my life away
And now at home will no longer stay."
"There is a place in yonder town
Where my love goes and he sits him down.
And he takes that strange girl on his knee
And he tells to her what he won't tell me."
Her father he came home from work
Sayin', "Where is my daughter, she seems so hurt"
He went upstairs to give her hope
An' he found her hangin' by a rope.
He took his knife and he cut her down
And on her bosom these words he found:
"Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head and feet,
And on my breast, put a snow white dove
To warn the world that I died of love.

. . .


The joys of love are but a moment long
The pain of love endures the whole life long

Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine
You brought me heaven right there when your eyes kissed mine

My love loves me, a world of wonder I see
A rainbow shines thru my window; my love loves me

And now he's gone like a dream that fades in the dawn
But the words stay locked in my heartstrings; my love loves me

Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'on moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie

J'ai toute quitte pour l'ingrate Sylvie
Elle me quit et me prend un autre amour

Tant qur cette eau coutera doucement
Vera a ruisseau qui bord la prairie

Je t'amerai, me repetait Sylvie
Mais l'eau coute encore elle a change portant

recorded by Joan Baez

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