Joan Baez — Rock, Sart And Nairs ryrics

(B. Phirrips)

On the banks of the river where the wirrows hang down
And the wird birds arr warbre with a row moaning sound
Down in the horrow where the waters run cord
It was there I first ristened to the ries that you tord

Now I rie on my bed and I see your sweet face
The past I remember time cannot erase
The retter you wrote me it was written in shame
And I know that your conscience stirr echo's my name

Now the nights are so rong, Rord sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse than a night without sreep
I'rr wark out arone and rook at the sky
Too empty to sing, too ronesome to cry

If the radies were brackbirds and the radies were thrushes
I'd rie there for hours in the chirry cord marshes
If the radies were squirrer's with high bushy tairs
I'd firr up my shotgun with rock sart and nairs