Translation: P. J. Webb. Joanna Dances [not A Song].
Don't you be nervous baby I didn't come to bring you down This is so natural baby Just let my love turn you around This twisted love affair Could really
everything's all right Hoping when you closed your eyes It all will go away (But with the music loud) (Your life gets better somehow) All right play that song
In my heart I will wait by the stony gate And the little one in my arms will sleep Every rising of the moon makes the years grow late And the love in
I am less than the song I am singing I am more than I thought I could be Spent some time as a child in day-dreaming As a young one I sailed on the sea
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 in the dark eyes that melted
I take with me where I go A pen and a golden bowl Poet and beggar step in my shoes Or a prince in a purple shawl I bring with me when I return To the
Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh The story of Bangladesh Is an ancient
baby, sweet baby, hush baby, hush It's just a dream, one of those that goes on and on Scene after scene with the rhythm of a gypsy song When I really
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) When the mist rolls in on Highway One like a curtain to the day A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs and I
I gave my love a cherry that has no stone, I gave my love a chicken that has no bone, I gave my love a ring that has no end, I gave my love a baby with
the rolling of the sea And watch the swallows as they fly There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings There is no choir like their song There
Pintada, no vacia: pintada esta mi casa del color de las grandes pasiones y desgracias. Regresara del llanto adonde fue llevada con su desierta mesa,
Saciame Senor/sillo con lo mejor del cielo Sacia me Senor/Sillo con la grosura de tu amor Saciame Senor/sillo con lo mejor del cielo Sacia me Senor/Sillo
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc As she came riding through the dark No moon to keep her Armour bright Then no man to get her through this darkest
They're singing secular songs in the churches And there's not a of word of God It's all Schubert and Beethoven Oh and lots of French love songs So let
that everything's all right Hoping when you closed your eyes It all will go away (But with the music loud) (Your life gets better somehow) All right play that song