Có 10 tác phẩm của tác giả Joan Baez

 Blessed Are... 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
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 the huddled hikers…

 Diamonds and Rust 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
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 I sit Hand…

 Last, Lonely, and Wretched 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
You're tired and you're cold You long to be free But in this god forsaken land You find no hope No family The many roads that you've wondered Since the…

 Love Song To A Stranger 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
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 that…

 Sweet Sir Galahad 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window in the night when the moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his and shook the long hair from…

 Children and All That Jazz 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
Little Annie Fannie Morgan and Christian Katy and Nathan Tommy and Zem Zem Alex and J.J. Tai and Ezekial Amy and Josie Matthew and Mosie Sweet Pearl and Nicholas Come…

 Honest Lullaby 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
Early early in the game I taught myself to sing and play And use a little trickery On kids who never favored me Those were years of crinoline slips And…

 Love is a four letter word 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
Seems like only yesterday I left my mind behind Down in a gypsy cafe with a friend of a friend of mine Who sat with baby heavy on her knee…

 Silver Dagger 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
Don't sing love songs You'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side In her right hand, a silver dagger She says that I can't be your bride…

 When Time Is Stolen 

 Joan Baez | 13 năm trước
The music stopped in my hand Sadly smiled the band Softly echoes your laughter riddled with tears When time is stolen it flies Lovers leave in disquise Weariness hangs like…