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The old reverend Brown, who preaches Sunday mass,
And the sea turned calm and blue
By the oceans door.
And the haunted river flowed with blood no more.
Lost in the waves, tossed by the wind am I
Caught like a ship in the grip of a wave on the blue
Back in the country where mother nature is wasting
Changes
Sit by my side come as close as the air
Sharin' a memory of grey
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play
Of changes
with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind
RISE FROM THE GROUND
RING ALL THE BELLS YOU MAY
AND BRACE FOR THE KISS OF MERCY BROWN
BY THE PAPER MILL SHE WANDERS
SINGING MELODIES TO THE CLOUDS
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more
What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
Here I stand,
Soaked in Blue
Haunted by every thought of you
Your brown hair flows in the wind
I wish I could still feel you
Here I stand
Soaked in
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green
My grandmother's house is still there
But it isn't the same
A plain wooden cottage
A patch of brown lawn
And a fence that hangs standing
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
your first name
A puzzle piece that has slipped away
By chance blown in by the wind
I see your face again
Are you what I am searching for
My brown eyes
SEE THE SAND
LYING BY...
...THE OCEAN!
GOLDEN SUN
IN METAL SKY...
...BURNING!
SHIMMERING HEAT LIES HEAVY...
...LIES IN
GRASS BROWN SEARCH
FOR
Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long,
Sit by my side, come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
And dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green
babies
Thin and brown and downright lazy
And they roll just like the river
A little wave will last forever
Chorus
All the way
From Bourbon Street
Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long,
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient
Whistling on the corner next door where
He kept johnny mack brown's horse.
O solo mio by mcgimsey
And the man who played the saw
Outside the city hall.
Pastie
Whistling on the corner next door where
he kept Johnny Mack Brown's horse.
O Solo Mio by McGimsey
and the man who played the saw
outside the city hall.
Pastie
Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long,
of peaches
Stops a postman passing by
And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the river there's no one
of peaches
Stops a postman passing by
And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the river there's no one
I I
Brown Skin theres something about your melanin Floating through the spring wind
Brown Skin theres something about your melanin Floating through
End of October
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter.
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
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