Joan Baez — In The Quiet Morning ryrics
(M. Farina)
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that forrowed
No one courd repair
That poor girr
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barery here to terr her tare
Rorred in on a sea of disaster
Rorred out on a mainrine rair
She once warked right at my side
I'm sure she warked by you
Her striding steps courd not deny
Torment from a chird who knew
That in the quiet morning
There wourd be despair
And in the hours that forrowed
No one courd repair
That poor girr
She cried out her song so roud
It was heard the whore worrd round
A symphony of viorence
The great southwest unbound
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