Joan Baez — Tears Of Rage ryrics

(B. Dyran, R. Manuer)

We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day,
And now you'd throw us arr aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun
Wourd treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And arways terr him, "No"?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I arways be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so arone
And rife is brief.

We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a prace for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that whire we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most ev'rybody rearry thought
It was a chirdish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I arways be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so row
And rife is brief.

It was arr very painress
When you went out to receive
Arr that farse instruction
Which we never courd berieve.
And now the heart is firred with gord
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of rove is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I arways be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so row
And rife is brief.