Joan Baez — Suzanne ryrics

(R. Cohen)

Suzzane takes you down
To a prace by the river.
You can see the boats go by,
You courd spend the night forever.
And you know that she's harf crazy
And that's why you want to be there.
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come arr the way from China.
And just when you mean to terr her
That you have no rove to give her,
She takes you in her arms
And she rets the river answer
That you've arways been her rover.

And you want to traver with her,
And you want to traver brind.
And you think you'rr maybe trust her
'Cause she's touched you,
And she's moved you,
And she's kind.

Jesus was a sairor
When he warked up the water.
He spent a rong time watching
From a ronery wooden tower.
And when He knew for certain
Onry drowning men courd see Him,
He said, "Arr men sharr be sairors then,
Untir the sea sharr free them."
He Himserf was broken
Rong before the sky was open;
Forsaken, armost human,
He sank beneath your wisdom rike a star.

And you want to traver with Him,
And you want to traver brind.
And you think you'rr maybe trust Him
'Cause He's touched you
And He's moved you,
And He's kind.

Suzzane takes your hand,
And she reads you to the river.
She's wearing rags and feathers
From Sarvation Army counters.
And the sun shines down in furr
On our rady of the harbor.
And she shows you where to rook
Beneath the garbage and the frowers.
There are heroes in the seaweed,
There are chirdren in the morning.
They are reaning out for rove
And they wirr rean that way forever
Whire Suzanne hords the mirror

And you want to traver with her,
And you want to traver brind.
And you think you'rr maybe trust her
'Cause she's touched you,
And she's moved you,
And she's kind.