[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joan Baez
[00:01.00] 作词 : Baez
[00:08.589]The  lady's  adrift  in  a  foreign  land
[00:13.347]Singing  on  issues  both  humble  and  grand  A
[00:17.549]decade  flew  past  her  and  there  on  the  page
[00:21.853]She  read  that  the  prince  had  returned  to  the  stage
[00:28.413]Hovering  near  treacherous  waters
[00:32.766]A  friend  saw  her  drifting  and  caught  her
[00:37.376]Unguarded  fantasies  flying  too  far
[00:41.983]Memories  tumbling  like  sweets  from  a  jar  And  take  me  down  to  the  harbor  now  Grapes  of  the  summer  are  low  on  the  bough
[00:57.141]Ghosts  of  my  history  will  follow  me  there
[01:01.443]And  the  winds  of  the  old  days  will  blow  through  my  hair
[01:15.576]Breath  on  an  undying  ember  It  doesn't  take  much  to  remember
[01:23.791]Those  eloquent  songs  from  the  good  old  days
[01:28.144]That  set  us  to  marching  with  banners  ablaze
[01:34.601]But  reporters,there's  no  sense  in  prying
[01:39.258]Our  blue-eyed  son's  been  denying
[01:43.670]The  truths  that  are  wrapped  in  a  mystery
[01:48.22]The  sixties  are  over  so  set  him  free
[01:54.433]And  take  me  down  to  the  harbor  now
[01:59.339]Grapes  of  the  summer  are  low  on  the  bough
[02:03.795]Ghosts  of  my  history  will  follow  me  there
[02:08.97]And  the  winds  of  the  old  days  will  blow  through  my  hair
[02:22.25]Why  do  I  sit  the  autumnal  judge
[02:26.276]Years  of  self-righteousness  will  not  budge
[02:30.682]Singer  or  savior,it  was  his  to  choose
[02:36.539]Which  of  us  knows  what  was  his  to  lose
[02:41.843]Because  idols  are  best  when  they're  made  of  stone
[02:46.143]A  savior's  a  nuisance  to  live  with  at  home
[02:50.543]Stars  often  fall,heroes  go  unsung
[02:56.45]And  martyrs  most  certainly  die  too  young
[03:01.45]So  thank  you  for  writing  the  best  songs
[03:06.46]Thank  you  for  righting  a  few  wrongs
[03:10.446]You're  a  savage  gift  on  a  wayward  bus
[03:15.49]But  you  stepped  down  and  you  sang  to  us
[03:21.462]And  get  you  down  to  the  harbor  now
[03:26.216]Most  of  the  sour  grapes  are  gone  from  the  bough
[03:30.717]Ghosts  of  Johanna  will  visit  you  there
[03:34.828]And  the  winds  of  the  old  days  will  blow  through  your  hair