Winds Of The Old Days-Joan Baez
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[00:00.00]Winds Of The Old Days - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
[00:09.33]The lady's adrift in a foreign land
[00:12.76]
[00:13.49]Singing on issues both humble and grand
[00:16.87]
[00:17.71]A decade flew past her and there on the page
[00:22.34]She read that the prince had returned to the stage
[00:26.08]
[00:28.35]Hovering near treacherous waters
[00:31.31]
[00:33.05]A friend saw her drifting and caught her
[00:37.14]
[00:37.71]Unguarded fantasies flying too far
[00:41.21]
[00:42.29]Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar
[00:46.32]
[00:48.50]And take me down to the harbor now
[00:52.31]
[00:53.16]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[00:57.98]Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[01:01.64]
[01:02.30]And the winds of the old days will
[01:05.17]
[01:05.98]Blow through my hair
[01:09.62]
[01:15.65]Breath on an undying ember
[01:18.92]
[01:19.88]It doesn't take much to remember
[01:23.32]
[01:24.38]Those eloquent songs from the good old days
[01:29.03]That set us to marching with banners ablaze
[01:33.05]
[01:35.00]But reporters there's no sense in prying
[01:38.82]
[01:39.66]Our blue-eyed son's been denying
[01:43.03]
[01:44.05]The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
[01:47.64]
[01:48.59]The sixties are over so set him free
[01:51.85]
[01:55.01]And take me down to the harbor now
[01:59.96]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[02:04.51]Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[02:08.94]And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[02:16.12]
[02:22.57]Why do I sit the autumnal judge
[02:27.00]Years of self-righteousness will not budge
[02:30.76]
[02:31.30]Singer or savior it was his to choose
[02:36.01]Which of us knows what was his to lose
[02:39.62]
[02:41.37]Because idols are best when they're made of stone
[02:46.96]A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
[02:51.08]Stars often fall heroes go unsung
[02:54.19]
[02:55.23]And martyrs most certainly die too young
[02:58.64]
[03:02.28]So thank you for writing the best songs
[03:05.33]
[03:06.23]Thank you for righting a few wrongs
[03:09.64]
[03:10.79]You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
[03:14.61]
[03:15.41]But you stepped down and you sang to us
[03:21.77]
[03:22.48]And get you down to the harbor now
[03:25.95]
[03:26.93]Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
[03:31.79]Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
[03:34.77]
[03:35.67]And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
[ar:Joan Baez]
[al:Diamonds & Rust]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Winds Of The Old Days - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
[00:09.33]The lady's adrift in a foreign land
[00:12.76]
[00:13.49]Singing on issues both humble and grand
[00:16.87]
[00:17.71]A decade flew past her and there on the page
[00:22.34]She read that the prince had returned to the stage
[00:26.08]
[00:28.35]Hovering near treacherous waters
[00:31.31]
[00:33.05]A friend saw her drifting and caught her
[00:37.14]
[00:37.71]Unguarded fantasies flying too far
[00:41.21]
[00:42.29]Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar
[00:46.32]
[00:48.50]And take me down to the harbor now
[00:52.31]
[00:53.16]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[00:57.98]Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[01:01.64]
[01:02.30]And the winds of the old days will
[01:05.17]
[01:05.98]Blow through my hair
[01:09.62]
[01:15.65]Breath on an undying ember
[01:18.92]
[01:19.88]It doesn't take much to remember
[01:23.32]
[01:24.38]Those eloquent songs from the good old days
[01:29.03]That set us to marching with banners ablaze
[01:33.05]
[01:35.00]But reporters there's no sense in prying
[01:38.82]
[01:39.66]Our blue-eyed son's been denying
[01:43.03]
[01:44.05]The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
[01:47.64]
[01:48.59]The sixties are over so set him free
[01:51.85]
[01:55.01]And take me down to the harbor now
[01:59.96]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[02:04.51]Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[02:08.94]And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[02:16.12]
[02:22.57]Why do I sit the autumnal judge
[02:27.00]Years of self-righteousness will not budge
[02:30.76]
[02:31.30]Singer or savior it was his to choose
[02:36.01]Which of us knows what was his to lose
[02:39.62]
[02:41.37]Because idols are best when they're made of stone
[02:46.96]A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
[02:51.08]Stars often fall heroes go unsung
[02:54.19]
[02:55.23]And martyrs most certainly die too young
[02:58.64]
[03:02.28]So thank you for writing the best songs
[03:05.33]
[03:06.23]Thank you for righting a few wrongs
[03:09.64]
[03:10.79]You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
[03:14.61]
[03:15.41]But you stepped down and you sang to us
[03:21.77]
[03:22.48]And get you down to the harbor now
[03:25.95]
[03:26.93]Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
[03:31.79]Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
[03:34.77]
[03:35.67]And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
