(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found, Was blind, but now
(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...
(J. Baez) Blessed are the one way ticket holders On a one way street. Blessed are the midnight riders For in the shadow of God they sleep. Blessed are
(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
And 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
you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every
do, 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
my mind behind Down in the Gypsy Cafe With a friend of a friend of mine She sat with a baby heavy on her knee Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
(Joan Baez) They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit And two finger bowls of glass The couch is gold with a floral design And the wine is Germany
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
Boston ain't your kind of town There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee Please come to Denver
(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
night forever. And you know that she's half crazy And that's why you want to be there. And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) Father, yes, I am a prisoner Fear not to relay my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence
as big as life And smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill Went on to organize, Went on to organize" From San Diego up to Maine, In every
(R. Rinzler, B. Yellin, J. Herald) Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high, And the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. I rode him
(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
(Joan Baez) Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here