(Music by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Nina Duscheck) When I was young then all my boughs Were thickly hung with glittering hopes. But one by one they've blown
I'll try to tell a story It's so blue Really happened to me Could happen to anyone Even if you don't face me If you just ignore You can't hide it from
This is the price you pay for sitting and not standing up Just complaining while watching the news About nowadays insane problems: traffic jam, pollution
When I'm down you don't want to know how I feel It's too easy for you Having me when it's all good And at the moment I need you Leaving me alone How
You say so You never ever say no All night long Say if it isn't so I've found myself Lying down so sad Different, it could be I can't believe what I
I can't hear your voice but I can see your lips move that's because we are missing the invisible All those things that i can't touch nor see Make me
Getting up early everyday Working hard full-time Being a slave of society Can?t enjoy life ?cause you just survive They say it's the way it is Just like
The world goes round It travels miles and miles It takes a while but gets back to the same old ground Everything you do will one day come back to you
Creating phony excuses They sound like a joke to me Sticking your nose Far, far away from your home You never felt so satisfied I can't believe you think
We are all americans as much as you are American citizens with no stripes or stars Remember that we are not american folk Simply be born here does not
There's something inside me that wants to get out It needs to get out but I can?t do it all I've been trying the best I can, but now I give up Can't do
You do not know how it's like See it all from outside You do not know how it feels You never know what is real You can't see You don't hear You can'
Heavy Sincere Intense So wrong Heavy Sincere True but blue Joyful but painful I can't get the way you love me I can't get that way of loving I can't
I see sadness in your eyes I see loneliness by your side Always carrying it on Always facing and falling down Girl, you've got to wait Yet, it is too
Talking with the old folks by the wall And dreaming 'bout New Orleans in the fall And grateful for the time that God allows And doing your best to keep
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Fordítás: Joan Baez. Fátyolszövet.
