Joan Baez - Blessed are

^AmBlessed are the ^Cone way ticket ^Gholders On a one way street ^AmBlessed are the ^Cmidnight riders For in the shadow of God they s^Gleep ^AmBlessed are the ^Chuddled hikers ^GStaring out at falling rain ^AmWondering at the ^Cretribution In their personal ^Amacquaintance with ^Empain ^AmBlessed are the ^Cblood relations ^GOf the young ones who have died ^AmWho had not the ^Ctime or patience To carry on this earthly ^Gride

^EmRain will come and ^Cwinds will bl^Gow ^AmWild deer die in the ^Cmountain snow ^EmBirds will beat at ^Cheaven's w^Gall ^AmWhat comes to one must ^Ccome to us ^Dall

^AmFor you and I are ^Cone way ticket ho^Glders On a one way street ^AmWhich lies across a ^Cgolden valley Where the waters of joy and hope run ^Gdeep ^AmSo if you pass the ^Cparents weeping ^G

^AmTake them to your ^Cwarmth and keeping For ^Cblessed are the tears they^D cried ^AmAnd many were the ^Cyears they ^Dtried ^CTake them to that^Am valley ^Dwide ^CAnd let their souls be pacif^Gied