Joan Baez - Winds of the old days

The^G lady's adrift in ^Ama foreign land Sin^Dging on issues both^G humble and grand A d^Gecade flew past he^Amr and there on the page She^D read that the prin^Gce had returned to the stage

Hov^Gering near treache^Amrous waters A f^Driend saw her drift^Ging and caught her Ung^Guarded fantasies f^Amlying too far Mem^Dories tumbling like^G sweets from a jar

And ^Ctake me down to the^G harbor now Grap^Des of the summer ar^Ge low on the bough Ghos^Cts of my history wi^Gll follow me there And ^Dthe winds of the ol^Gd days will blow through my hair

Bre^Gath on an undying ^Amember It ^Ddoesn't take much t^Go remember Tho^Gse eloquent songs ^Amfrom the good old days Tha^Dt set us to marchin^Gg with banners ablaze

But^G reporters, there'^Ams no sense in prying Our^D blue-eyed son's be^Gen denying The^G truths that are w^Amrapped in a mystery The^D sixties are over s^Go set him free

And ^Ctake me down to the^G harbor now Grap^Des of the summer ar^Ge low on the bough Ghos^Cts of my history wi^Gll follow me there And ^Dthe winds of the ol^Gd days will blow through my hair

Why^G do I sit the autu^Ammnal judge? Yea^Drs of self-righteou^Gsness will not budge Sin^Gger or savior, it ^Amwas his to choose Whi^Dch of us knows what^G was his to lose?

Becaus^Ame idols are best whe^Bmn they're made of stone A savi^Emor's a nuisance to l^Amive with at home Stars ^Amoften fall, heroes g^Bmo unsung And ma^Emrtyrs most certainly^Am die too young

So ^Gthank you for writ^Aming the best songs Tha^Dnk you for righting^G a few wrongs You^G're a savage gift ^Amon a wayward bus But^D you stepped down a^Gnd you sang to us

And ^Cget you down to the^G harbor now Most^D of the sour grapes^G are gone from the bough Ghos^Cts of Johanna will ^Gvisit you there And ^Dthe winds of the ol^Gd days will blow through your hair