Dalszövegek
Baez Joan From Every Stage

: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around... Turn me around... Turn me around... Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around...

: (B. Dylan) How many roads must a man walk down Before they call him a man How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand How many

sky Where is the light You long for What hope of you Where you are now Natalia Gorbanevskaja Inside the ward Naked and cruel Where life is stolen From

say ev'rything can be replaced, Yet ev'ry distance is not near. So I remember ev'ry face Of ev'ry man who put me here. I see my light come shining From

I watched it burn, I watched it burn I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from

: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. And I looked

: (E. Hawkins) Oh happy day Oh happy day Oh happy day When Jesus washed Oh When he washed When Jesus washed He Washed my sins away Oh happy day Oh no

: (J. Robbie Robertson) Virgil Caine is my name And I drove on the Danville train 'Til so much cavalry came And tore up the tracks again In the winter

, it was a kind of a flash every time she smiled. She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs With men in every walk of life which