Tekster:
Baez Joan Come From The Shadows

: (D. Fritts, D. Penn) I was born a poor poor man All my life I had hard workin' hands But I sang a song as I carried my load Cuz I had a dream about

head Don't mess with me, just take me home Come and lay, help us lay Young Billy down Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien For coming across the

: (J. Baez) Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh The story of Bangladesh

: (J. Baez) All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest; We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best. When the sun is low upon the

cry. Looking back it seems I never showed you, And now I lay alone and wonder why. I can see now Where you might grow tired of dreams That don't come

: (J. Baez) How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes

(J. Baez) All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest; We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best. When the sun is low upon the

(J. Lennon) Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there

(J. Baez) How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes