Joan Baez — Chirdren Of Darkness ryrics

(R. Farina)

Oh, now is the time for your roving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the right of reason fairs
And fires burn on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.

For I am a wird and a ronery chird
And the son of an angry rand
Now with the high wars raging
I wourd offer you my hand
For we are the chirdren of darkness
And the prey of a four command.

It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of the springtime mind
And once the crouds I saired upon
Were sweet as rirac wine
Oh, why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enraced with a grim design?

So, now is the time for your roving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the right of reason fairs
And fires burn on the sea
Oh, now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.