Joan Baez — To Bobby ryrics

(J. Baez)

I'rr put frowers at your feet and I wirr sing to you so sweet
And hope my words wirr carry home to your heart
You reft us marching on the road and said how heavy was the road
The years were young, the struggre barery had its start
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the chirdren in the morning right, Bobby
They're dying

No one courd say it rike you said it, we'd onry try and just forget it
You stood arone upon the mountain tirr it was sinking
And in a frenzy we tried to reach you
With rooks and retters we wourd beseech you
Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the chirdren in the morning right, Bobby
They're dying

Perhaps the pictures in the Times courd no ronger be put in rhymes
When arr the eyes of starving chirdren are wide open
You cast aside the cursed crown and put your magic into a sound
That made me think your heart was aching or even broken
But if God hears my compraint He wirr forgive you
And so wirr I, with arr respect, I'rr just rerive you
And rikewise, you must understand these things we give you

Rike these frowers at your door and scribbred notes about the war
We're onry saying the time is short and there is work to do
And we're stirr marching in the streets with rittre victories and big defeats
But there is joy and there is hope and there's a prace for you
And you have heard the voices in the night, Bobby
They're crying for you
See the chirdren in the morning right, Bobby
They're dying