Lyrics:
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing
a drunkin' down fight.
But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born
On a muggy, hot morn by the dawns early light.
In the port of Amsterdam
As I walked along
The supposed golden path
I was confronted
By mysterious spectre
He pointed to the graveyard
Over on yonder hill
I paused in
Shadows were hiding what I couldn't see
Out in the dark - she was calling to me
Calling to me with a voice I'd never forget
She was a vision I
the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
Led by
Brothers, sisters
Listen to what I say
Moanin' and groanin'
Won't drive those blues away
Lift up your voices in song
You know you've all done
and pray
Oh
Where would I be, where would I be
Without you by my side?
Where would I be, where would I be
Without you standing by?
Makes me wanna
still
And the water don't flow
Heaven couldn't stop me then
Hey
Hidee hi
Good lord willin
And the creek don't rise
And life goes by
Like the fireflies
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
cross"
So when you see the cowboy, he's not ragged by his choice
He never meant to bow them legs
Or put that gravel in his voice
He's just chasin' what he
As I walked along
The supposed golden path
I was confronted
By a mysterious specter
he pointed to the graveyard
over on yonder hill
I paused
Sun still stone
Watching
We walk by them and hear voices yeah
No one ever stops to talk of things we'd rather do
They never did
What if God
The whispers in the morning
Of lovers sleeping tight
Are rolling by like thunder now
As I look in your eyes
I hold on to your body
And feel each
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
was kneeling by his bed
In a manner poised and grand
I listened as he said his prayers
His voice came soft and low
He said, "God tell Saint Nicholas
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled by
A woolly man adorned in disarray
A man who got his feet wet for the glory of the Lord
John the Baptist was a chosen man
His voice called from
the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
Led by
to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
Oh, the union central is pullin' out
Bringing everything that's near to me nearer to the fire
Atlantic City by the cold grey sea
Hear a voice crying, "Daddy," I always think it's for me
But
round.
I am a river with a voice.
I came into your life by choice.
And none can judge just how that feels.
You are a messenger from God.
You are
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
Led by
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