To her place by the river, |
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Am |
You can |
hear the boats go by, |
You can spend the night beside her, |
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G |
And you |
know that she's half crazy, |
And that's why you want to be there; |
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Bm |
And she |
feeds you tea and oranges |
|
C |
That come |
all the way from China; |
|
G |
And j |
ust when you mean to tell her |
That you have no love to give her, |
|
Am |
She |
gets you on her wave-length |
And lets the river answer |
|
G |
That you've |
always been her lover. |
|
Bm |
And you |
want to travel with her, |
|
C |
And you |
want to travel blind, |
|
G |
And you |
know that you can trust her, |
|
Am |
For you've |
touched her perfect body |
When He walked upon the water, |
And he spent a long time watching |
From a lonely wooden tower, |
And when he knew for certain |
Only drowning men could see Him, |
He said, "All men shall be brothers, then, |
Until the sea shall free them," |
But He himself was broken |
Long before the sky would open, |
He sank beneath your wisdom |
And you want to travel with Him, |
And you want to travel blind, |
And you think you maybe trust Him, |
For He's touched your perfect body |
To her place by the river, |
You can hear the boats go by, |
You can spend the night forever, |
And the sun pours down like honey, |
On our lady of the harbour; |
And she shows you where to look |
Amid the garbage and the flowers. |
There are heroes in the seaweed, |
There are children in the morning, |
They are leaning out for love, |
And they will lean that way forever, |
While Suzanne holds the mirror. |
And you want to travel with her, |
And you want to travel blind, |
And you think maybe you'll trust her, |
For you've touched her perfect body |
Joan Baez:
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