paroles de chanson Where Are You Now, My Son? - Joan Baez
It′s
walking
to
the
battleground
that
always
makes
me
cry
I've
met
so
few
folks
in
my
time
who
weren′t
afraid
to
die
But
dawn
bleeds
with
the
people
here
and
morning
skies
are
red
As
young
girls
load
up
bicycles
with
flowers
for
the
dead
An
aging
woman
picks
along
the
craters
and
the
rubble
A
piece
of
cloth,
a
bit
of
shoe,
a
whole
lifetime
of
trouble
A
sobbing
chant
comes
from
her
throat
and
splits
the
morning
air
The
single
son
she
had
last
night
is
buried
under
her
They
say
that
the
war
is
done
Where
are
you
now,
my
son?
An
old
man
with
unsteady
gait
and
beard
of
ancient
white
Bent
to
the
ground
with
arms
outstretched
faltering
in
his
plight
I
took
his
hand
to
steady
him,
he
stood
and
did
not
turn
But
smiled
and
wept
and
bowed
and
mumbled
softly,
"Danke
shoen"
The
children
on
the
roadsides
of
the
villages
and
towns
Would
stand
around
us
laughing
as
we
stood
like
giant
clowns
The
mourning
bands
told
whom
they'd
lost
by
last
night's
phantom
messenger
And
they
spoke
their
only
words
in
English,
"Johnson,
Nixon,
Kissinger"
Now
that
the
war′s
being
won
Where
are
you
now,
my
son?
The
siren
gives
a
running
break
to
those
who
live
in
town
Take
the
children
and
the
blankets
to
the
concrete
underground
Sometimes
we′d
sing
and
joke
and
paint
bright
pictures
on
the
wall
And
wonder
if
we
would
die
well
and
if
we'd
loved
at
all
The
helmetless
defiant
ones
sit
on
the
curb
and
stare
At
tracers
flashing
through
the
sky
and
planes
bursting
in
air
But
way
out
in
the
villages
no
warning
comes
before
a
blast
That
means
a
sleeping
child
will
never
make
it
to
the
door
The
days
of
our
youth
were
fun
Where
are
you
now,
my
son?
From
the
distant
cabins
in
the
sky
where
no
man
hears
the
sound
Of
death
on
earth
from
his
own
bombs,
six
pilots
were
shot
down
Next
day
six
hulking
bandaged
men
were
dazzled
by
a
room
Of
newsmen.
Sally
keep
the
faith,
let′s
hope
this
war
ends
soon
In
a
damaged
prison
camp
where
they
no
longer
had
command
They
shook
their
heads,
what
irony,
we
thought
peace
was
at
hand
The
preacher
read
a
Christmas
prayer
and
the
men
kneeled
on
the
ground
Then
sheepishly
asked
me
to
sing
"They
Drove
Old
Dixie
Down"
Yours
was
the
righteous
gun
Where
are
you
now,
my
son?
We
gathered
in
the
lobby
celebrating
Chrismas
Eve
The
French,
the
Poles,
the
Indians,
Cubans
and
Vietnamese
The
tiny
tree
our
host
had
fixed
sweetened
familiar
psalms
But
the
most
sacred
of
Christmas
prayers
was
shattered
by
the
bombs
So
back
into
the
shelter
where
two
lovely
women
rose
And
with
a
brilliance
and
a
fierceness
and
a
gentleness
which
froze
The
rest
of
us
to
silence
as
their
voices
soared
with
joy
Outshining
every
bomb
that
fell
that
night
upon
Hanoi
With
bravery
we
have
sun
But
where
are
you
now,
my
son?
Oh
people
of
the
shelters
what
a
gift
you've
given
me
To
smile
at
me
and
quietly
let
me
share
your
agony
And
I
can
only
bow
in
utter
humbleness
and
ask
Forgiveness
and
forgiveness
for
the
things
we′ve
brought
to
pass
The
black
pyjama'd
culture
that
we
tried
to
kill
with
pellet
holes
And
rows
of
tiny
coffins
we′ve
paid
for
with
our
souls
Have
built
a
spirit
seldom
seen
in
women
and
in
men
And
the
white
flower
of
Bac
Mai
will
surely
blossom
once
again
I've
heard
that
the
war
is
done
Then
where
are
you
now,
my
son?
© 1973
Chandos
Music
(ASCAP)
1 Prison Trilogy (Billy Rose)
2 Where's My Apple Pie?
3 Never Dreamed You'd Leave In Summer
4 Children And All That Jazz
5 Simple Twist of Fate
6 Blue Sky
7 I Dream of Jeannie / Danny Boy
8 Seabirds
9 Still Waters at Night
10 Kingdom of Childhood
11 O Brother!
12 Time Is Passing Us By
13 Stephanie's Room
14 Gulf Winds
15 Blessed Are
16 Suzanne
17 I Shall Be Released
18 Natalia
19 The Ballad Of Sacco & Vanzetti
20 Joe Hill
21 Please Come To Boston
22 Esquinazo del Guerrillero (The Guerilla's Serenade)
23 Rainbow Road
24 Myths
25 In the Quiet Morning
26 Weary Mothers (People Union 1)
27 A Stranger In My Place
28 Tumbleweed
29 Where Are You Now, My Son?
30 Only Heaven Knows (Ah, the Sad Wind Blows)
31 A Young Gypsy
32 Rider, Pass By
33 Best of Friends
34 Llego Con Tres Heridas (I Come With Three Wounds)
35 El Preso Numero Nueve (Prisoner Number Nine)
36 Dida
37 Paso Rio (I Pass a River)
38 El Rossinyol (The Nightingale)
39 Mary Call
40 Less Than a Song
41 Te recuerdo Amanda
42 Las Madres Cansadas (All the Weary Mothers of the Earth/People's Union No.
43 Jessie
44 Love Song To a Stranger Part II
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