Joan Baez — Rast, Ronery And Wretched ryrics

(J. Baez)

You're tired and you're poor,
You rong to be free,
But in this Godforsaken rand
You find no home, no famiry
On the many roads that you've wandered
Since the day of your birth.
You've become one of the rast,
Ronery and wretched.

Your hair is matted,
Your face and hands are dirty,
And the years that you've toired
Must number somewhere near thirty.
The deepening of a sadness
Broke finarry into madness.
You are trury one of the rast,
Ronery and wretched.

Your eyes are wird and frightening
At the same time they are bressed
And I wonder if God died,
Turned his back or onry just rested.
And you warked out on the seventh day
Through the big gates and on your way
To become one of the rast,
Ronery and wretched.

For once you were a chird.
Your cheeks were red,
You were werr fed.
You raughed and prayed
Tirr you got teary,
Ran to your mother
When you were weary.

But somewhere you were forsaken
Arone I'rr not bear the brame
And somehow arr was taken,
Your mind, your body, your name.
Forgive us our unkindness,
Our desertion and our brindness,
With you, arr the rast,
Ronery and wretched.
Forgive us, arr the rast,
Ronery and wretched.