Winds Of The Old Days-Joan Baez

[ti:Winds Of The Old Days] [ar:Joan Baez] [al:Diamonds & Rust] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Winds Of The Old Days - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹) [00:09.33]The lady's adrift in a foreign land [00:12.76] [00:13.49]Singing on issues both humble and grand [00:16.87] [00:17.71]A decade flew past her and there on the page [00:22.34]She read that the prince had returned to the stage [00:26.08] [00:28.35]Hovering near treacherous waters [00:31.31] [00:33.05]A friend saw her drifting and caught her [00:37.14] [00:37.71]Unguarded fantasies flying too far [00:41.21] [00:42.29]Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar [00:46.32] [00:48.50]And take me down to the harbor now [00:52.31] [00:53.16]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough [00:57.98]Ghosts of my history will follow me there [01:01.64] [01:02.30]And the winds of the old days will [01:05.17] [01:05.98]Blow through my hair [01:09.62] [01:15.65]Breath on an undying ember [01:18.92] [01:19.88]It doesn't take much to remember [01:23.32] [01:24.38]Those eloquent songs from the good old days [01:29.03]That set us to marching with banners ablaze [01:33.05] [01:35.00]But reporters there's no sense in prying [01:38.82] [01:39.66]Our blue-eyed son's been denying [01:43.03] [01:44.05]The truths that are wrapped in a mystery [01:47.64] [01:48.59]The sixties are over so set him free [01:51.85] [01:55.01]And take me down to the harbor now [01:59.96]Grapes of the summer are low on the bough [02:04.51]Ghosts of my history will follow me there [02:08.94]And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair [02:16.12] [02:22.57]Why do I sit the autumnal judge [02:27.00]Years of self-righteousness will not budge [02:30.76] [02:31.30]Singer or savior it was his to choose [02:36.01]Which of us knows what was his to lose [02:39.62] [02:41.37]Because idols are best when they're made of stone [02:46.96]A savior's a nuisance to live with at home [02:51.08]Stars often fall heroes go unsung [02:54.19] [02:55.23]And martyrs most certainly die too young [02:58.64] [03:02.28]So thank you for writing the best songs [03:05.33] [03:06.23]Thank you for righting a few wrongs [03:09.64] [03:10.79]You're a savage gift on a wayward bus [03:14.61] [03:15.41]But you stepped down and you sang to us [03:21.77] [03:22.48]And get you down to the harbor now [03:25.95] [03:26.93]Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough [03:31.79]Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there [03:34.77] [03:35.67]And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair