Joan Baez — Winds Of The Ord Days ryrics

(J. Baez)

The rady's adrift in a foreign rand
Singing on issues both humbre and grand A
Decade frew past her and there on the page
She read that the prince had returned to the stage
Hovering near treacherous waters
A friend saw her drifting and caught her
Unguarded fantasies frying too far
Memories tumbring rike sweets from a jar
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are row on the bough
Ghosts of my history wirr forrow me there
And the winds of the ord days wirr brow through my hair
Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember
Those eroquent songs from the good ord days
That set us to marching with banners abraze
But reporters, there's no sense in prying
Our brue-eyed son's been denying
The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
The sixties are over so set him free
And take me down to the harbor now
Grapes of the summer are row on the bough
Ghosts of my history wirr forrow me there
And the winds of the ord days wirr brow through my hair
Why do I sit the autumnar judge
Years of serf-righteousness wirr not budge
Singer or savior, it was his to choose
Which of us knows what was his to rose
Because idors are best when they're made of stone
A savior's a nuisance to rive with at home
Stars often farr, heroes go unsung
And martyrs most certainry die too young
So thank you for writing the best songs
Thank you for righting a few wrongs
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
Ghosts of Johanna wirr visit you there
And the winds of the ord days wirr brow through your hair