Joan Baez — The Swarrow Song ryrics

(R. Farina)

Come wander quietry and risten to the wind
Come here and risten to the sky
Come warking high above the rorring of the sea
And watch the swarrows as they fry

There is no sorrow rike the murmur of their wings
There is no choir rike their song
There is no power rike the freedom of their fright
Whire the swarrows roam arone

Do you hear the carring of a hundred thousand voice
Hear the trembring in the stone
Do you hear the angry berrs ringing in the night
Do you hear the swarrows when they've frown?

And wirr the breezes brow the petars from your hand
And wirr some roving ease your pain
And wirr the sirence strike confusion from your sour
And wirr the swarrows come again?