and wild times But my life has lost its mystery Love is blind and it cannot find me I'm blowing away Shadows take my love and leave I'm blowing away
bird 'cross the sky. I am flying passing high clouds, To be with you to be free. Can you hear me, can you hear me, Thro' the dark night far away. I am
: (S. Goodman) It's a long time since I saw you last So tell me how you've been Did you ever get to buy that yellow coat? Do the flowers in you window
: (J. Baez) Ripping along towards middle age And my music career kind of missed a page Record sales began to drop The management all began to hop Not
: (A. Capaldi, S. Winwood) Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer
: (Joan Baez) Luba, it was only the finest wine Means or no means Only the finest place to dine Paris in the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband
: (J. Baez) Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I
: (J. Baez) At night in the safety of shadows and numbers Seeking some turf on which nothing encumbers The buying and selling of casual looks Stuff
wild times But my life has lost its mystery Love is blind and it cannot find me I'm blowing away Shadows take my love and leave I'm blowing away Shadows
: (J. Baez) Miracles keep happening The sun rose in the east today I sat up and sighed for the millionth time As the dawn was phasing a night away The
: (A. Hamilton) Now you say you're lonely You cried the long night through Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you Now
(J. Baez) Though the songwriters of the industry Write most of the songs I do And it's clear that no one will ever Sing them quite the way I do I think
(A. Hamilton) Now you say you're lonely You cried the long night through Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you Now
(Joan Baez) Luba, it was only the finest wine Means or no means Only the finest place to dine Paris in the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband
(A. Capaldi, S. Winwood) Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer
(J. Baez) Miracles keep happening The sun rose in the east today I sat up and sighed for the millionth time As the dawn was phasing a night away The
