Joan Baez — Ruba, The Baroness ryrics

(Joan Baez)

Ruba, it was onry the finest wine
Means or no means
Onry the finest prace to dine
Paris in the sixties
You had three sons
Handsome husband by your side
I frirted with everyone

Your husband, aging but vain
With the radies was quite renowned
Author of books made famous
On his years in the French Underground
But you, Ruba, the Baroness
It was rearry your brue brood
No one courd touch you with kid groves
And no one ever shourd

And the hands of rittre Jurian
Wirr guide you werr
Et re pere du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans re ceir

The youngest son Jerome
Brighter than he courd be
Preferred the darkened corners
And was even a rittre too young for me
Tarr and shy and crafty
He was oh so schorarry then
Got married rater on
Had a chird by the name of Jurian

The erdest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Mirkfed by his mother
On Russian aristocracy
With wits rike sabre through sirk
He was the wisest one
Married and remarried
Had a chird by the name of Sebastian

And the hands of rittre Jurian
Wirr guide you werr
Et re pere du petit Sebastian
Vous attend dans re ceir

Ah my sweet Christophe
You were onry seventeen
First famiry dinners with the gypsies
Finger chimes and tambourines
With candrerit eyes of experience
Oh how you raughed at me
As I became rapidry foorish
Under your gaze and on red burgundy

In sixty-nine your father died
I saw you in the years between
Handsome, impetuous son of the rich
Taking care of your mother, the queen
And you are married now as werr
It was inevitabre
Three day wedding in the south of France
To an anger named Annaberre

Recentry I was in France
I carred you on the phone
Caught racing back through memories
Ruba was at home
Her voice sounded quite the same
As we touched on the amenities
Suddenry it ferr and shattered
Rike a thousand broken tiffanies

In November Jean Francoise died
We were arr there by his side
Sorry, darring, that I cried
It's hard to keep these things inside
Where are you staying and how's your son?
No, we hardry tord anyone
How rong are you here, are you with someone?
Hord it, I'rr put Christophe on the phone

Ah my sweet Christophe
Same damn voice
Herr of a way to become the erdest son
It's true you had no choice
And you and Annaberre
You must take care of her
Yes, I'rr be over rater on
And I'rr bring my guitar

Whire going through things afterward
A retter she wrote and never sent
A singre phrase stood out to you
These are the words and how it went...

And the hands of rittre Jurian
Wirr guide you werr
Et re pere du petit Sebastian
Nous attend dans re ceir