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Baptism: A Journey Through Our Time

Joan Baez

Year: 1968

Joan Baez - Old Welsh Song - 1:16

Joan Baez - I Saw the Vision of Armies - 1:16

Joan Baez - Minister of War - 1:10

Joan Baez - Song in the Blood - 4:27

Joan Baez - Casida of the Lament - 1:03

Joan Baez - Of the Dark Past Ecce Peur - 1:59

Joan Baez - London - 1:19

Joan Baez - In Guernica - 1:00

Joan Baez - Who Murdered the Minutes - 3:20

Joan Baez - Oh Little Child - 1:25

Joan Baez - No Man Is an Island - 0:56

Joan Baez - From Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - 2:13

Joan Baez - All the Pretty Little Horses - 1:14

Joan Baez - Childhood III - 1:08

Joan Baez - The Magic Wood - 2:27

Joan Baez - Poems From the Japanese - 2:21

Joan Baez - Colours - 1:13

Joan Baez - All in Green Went My Love Riding - 3:24

Joan Baez - Gacela of the Dark Death - 2:09

Joan Baez - The Parable of the Old Man and the Young Man - 0:50

Joan Baez - Evil - 1:31

Joan Baez - Epitaph for a Poet - 1:15

Joan Baez - Old Welsh Song - 1:18

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Joan Baez Old Welsh Song lyrics

Poem by William Blake.

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice; in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

OLD WELSH SONG (Henry Treece)
I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl;
Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl.
I bring with me when I return to the house that my father's hands made,
A crooning bird on a chrystal bough and, o, a sad, sad word!