Babe, baby, baby, I'm Gonna Leave You.
I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
I'll leave you when the summertime,
Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin'
Leave you when the summer comes along.
Baby, baby, I don't wanna leave you,
I ain't jokin' woman, I got to ramble.
Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I believin',
We really got to ramble.
I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,
I can hear it callin' me back home!
Babe, I'm gonna leave you
Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you
Oh I can hear it callin 'me
I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?
I know I never never never gonna leave your babe
But I got to go away from this place,
I've got to quit you, yeah
Baby, ooh don't you hear it callin' me?
Woman, woman, I know, I know
It feels good to have you back again
And I know that one day baby, it's really gonna grow, yes it is.
We gonna go walkin' through the park every day.
Come what may, every day
It was really, really good.
You made me happy every single day.
But now, I've got to go away!
Baby, baby, baby, baby
That's when it's callin' me
I said that's when it's callin' me back home
Joan Baez - Joan Baez in Concert Album Lyrics
Joan Baez - Joan Baez in Concert Lyrics
Writer: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, Anne Bredon
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Geordie
As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie
"Ah, my Geordie will be hanged
In a golden chain 'Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady"
"Go bridle me my milk white steed
Go bridle me my pony
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of my Geordie"
"Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf
He never hurted any
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny"
"Two pretty babies have I born
The third lies in my body
I'd freely part with them every one
If you'd spare the life of Geordie"
The judge looked over his left shoulder
He said: "Fair maid I'm sorry"
He said: "Fair maid you must be gone
For I cannot pardon Geordie"
"Ah, my Geordie will be hanged
In a golden chain 'Tis not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny"
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie
"Ah, my Geordie will be hanged
In a golden chain 'Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady"
"Go bridle me my milk white steed
Go bridle me my pony
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of my Geordie"
"Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf
He never hurted any
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny"
"Two pretty babies have I born
The third lies in my body
I'd freely part with them every one
If you'd spare the life of Geordie"
The judge looked over his left shoulder
He said: "Fair maid I'm sorry"
He said: "Fair maid you must be gone
For I cannot pardon Geordie"
"Ah, my Geordie will be hanged
In a golden chain 'Tis not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny"
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copper Kettle
(A. F. Beddoe)
Get you a copper kettle
Get you a copper coil
Cover with new made corn mash
And never more you'll toil
[Chorus:]
You just lay there by the juniper
While the moon is bright
Watch them jugs a-fillin
In the pale moonlight
Build your fires of hickory
Hickory or ash or oak
Don't use no green or rotten wood
They'll catch you by the smoke
[Chorus]
My daddy he made whiskey
My granddaddy did too
We ain't paid no whiskey tax
Since Seventeen Ninety Two
[Chorus]
Get you a copper kettle
Get you a copper coil
Cover with new made corn mash
And never more you'll toil
[Chorus:]
You just lay there by the juniper
While the moon is bright
Watch them jugs a-fillin
In the pale moonlight
Build your fires of hickory
Hickory or ash or oak
Don't use no green or rotten wood
They'll catch you by the smoke
[Chorus]
My daddy he made whiskey
My granddaddy did too
We ain't paid no whiskey tax
Since Seventeen Ninety Two
[Chorus]
Writer: FRANK A BEDDOE
Copyright: Lyrics © T.R.O. INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © T.R.O. INC.
Kumbaya
(Traditional)
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's sleeping Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's singing, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's praying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's crying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's sleeping Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone's sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Writer: CLAUSEN, TRAD
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
What Have They Done to the Rain?
(M. Reynolds)
Just a little rain falling all around
The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound
Just a little rain, just a little rain
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that falls for years
And the grass is gone, the boy disappears
And rain keeps falling like helpless tears
And what have they done to the rain
Just a little breeze out of the sky
The leaves nod their head as the breeze blows by
Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that falls for years
And the grass is gone, the boy disappears
And rain keeps falling like helpless tears
And what have they done to the rain
What have they done to the rain
Just a little rain falling all around
The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound
Just a little rain, just a little rain
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that falls for years
And the grass is gone, the boy disappears
And rain keeps falling like helpless tears
And what have they done to the rain
Just a little breeze out of the sky
The leaves nod their head as the breeze blows by
Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye
What have they done to the rain
Just a little boy standing in the rain
The gentle rain that falls for years
And the grass is gone, the boy disappears
And rain keeps falling like helpless tears
And what have they done to the rain
What have they done to the rain
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Black Is the Color of My True Love's Hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Oh I love my lover
And where he goes
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
That the time will come
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
And the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair
Oh I love my lover
And where he goes
Yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
That the time will come
When he and I will be as one
When he and I will be as one
So black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Writer: NINA SIMONE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Danger Waters (Hold Me Tight)
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
First he give me one
Then he give me two
And he give me three and I holler
"Lord have mercy"
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
First we go in a room
Make me mama no know
Make me lie on a sofa
Make me have-a me labor
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
Give me back me shillin'
Give me back me shillin'
You can stand on your own feet now
Give me back me shillin'
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
Hold me tight, hold me tight
Danger waters coming baby
Hold me tight
Hold me tight, hold me tight
Danger water coming, baby
Hold me
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
First he give me one
Then he give me two
And he give me three and I holler
"Lord have mercy"
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
First we go in a room
Make me mama no know
Make me lie on a sofa
Make me have-a me labor
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
Give me back me shillin'
Give me back me shillin'
You can stand on your own feet now
Give me back me shillin'
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
Hold me tight, hold me tight
Danger waters coming baby
Hold me tight
Hold me tight, hold me tight
Danger water coming, baby
Hold me
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
And I holler why
And I holler why
And I holler why
The tortoise boy no mon ami!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Gospel Ship (When We're Traveling Through the Air)
I have the news to bring
And that is why I sing
All my joy with you I'll share
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
And go sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
I can hardly wait
I know I won't be late
I'll spend my time in prayer
And when the ship comes in, I'll leave this world of sin
And go sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
If you are ashamed of me
You ought not to be
And you'd better have a care
If too much fault you find you'll sure be left behind
When I'm sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
And that is why I sing
All my joy with you I'll share
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
And go sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
I can hardly wait
I know I won't be late
I'll spend my time in prayer
And when the ship comes in, I'll leave this world of sin
And go sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
If you are ashamed of me
You ought not to be
And you'd better have a care
If too much fault you find you'll sure be left behind
When I'm sailin' through the air
I'm gonna take a trip on that old Gospel Ship
Goin' far beyond the sky
I'm gonna shout and sing until the bells gonna ring
When I bid this world goodbye
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The House Carpenter
"Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met", cried he
"I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
All for the love of thee"
I could have married the king's daughter dear
She would have married me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee
Well, if you could have married
The king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And find him a nice young man
Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
To the banks of the salt, salt sea
Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty?
Six ships, six ships all out on the sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command
She picked up her own wee babe
Kisses gave him three
Said, "Stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company"
Then she put on her rich attire
So glorious to behold
And as she trod along her way
She shown like the glittering gold
Well, they'd not been gone
But about two weeks
I know it was not three
When this fair lady began to weep
She wept most bitterly
Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid
Weep it for your golden store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
Who never you shall see anymore?
I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store
I do weep for my own wee babe
Who never I shall see anymore
Well, they'd not been gone
But about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank
Never to rise anymore
One time around spun our gallant ship
Two times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea
What hills, what hills are those, my love
That rise so fair and high?
Those are the hills of heaven, my love
But not for you and I
And what hills, what hills are those, my love
Those hills so dark and low?
Those are the hills of hell, my love
Where you and I must go
Well met, well met", cried he
"I've just returned from the salt, salt sea
All for the love of thee"
I could have married the king's daughter dear
She would have married me
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold
All for the love of thee
Well, if you could have married
The king's daughter dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
And find him a nice young man
Oh, will you forsake your house carpenter
And go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
To the banks of the salt, salt sea
Well, if I should forsake my house carpenter
And go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on
And keep me from poverty?
Six ships, six ships all out on the sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command
She picked up her own wee babe
Kisses gave him three
Said, "Stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company"
Then she put on her rich attire
So glorious to behold
And as she trod along her way
She shown like the glittering gold
Well, they'd not been gone
But about two weeks
I know it was not three
When this fair lady began to weep
She wept most bitterly
Ah, why do you weep, my fair young maid
Weep it for your golden store?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
Who never you shall see anymore?
I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store
I do weep for my own wee babe
Who never I shall see anymore
Well, they'd not been gone
But about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank
Never to rise anymore
One time around spun our gallant ship
Two times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And sank to the bottom of the sea
What hills, what hills are those, my love
That rise so fair and high?
Those are the hills of heaven, my love
But not for you and I
And what hills, what hills are those, my love
Those hills so dark and low?
Those are the hills of hell, my love
Where you and I must go
Writer: PIERFRANCESCO DI STOLFO, UMBERTO FERRARO, RICCARDO SADA, N WRITER UNKNOWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Pretty Boy Floyd
(W. Guthrie)
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode
And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard
And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down
Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame
Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door
It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day
A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say
Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief
As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men
Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy floyd the outlaw, oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of shawnee on a saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in a wagon as into town they rode
And along come a deputy sheriff in a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language and his wife she overheard
And pretty boy floyd grabbed a long chain, and the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed, he laid that deputy down
Then he ran through the trees and bushes and lived a life of shame
Every crime in oklahoma was added to his name
He ran through trees and bushes on the canadian river shore
And many a starving farmer opened up his door
It was in oklahoma city, it was on a christmas day
A whole carload of groceries and a letter that did say
Well you say that I'm an outlaw, you say that I'm a thief
Well, here's a christmas dinner for the families on relief
As through this life you travel, you meet some funny men
Some rob you with a six-gun, some with a fountain pen
As through this life you ramble, as through this life you roam
You'll never see an outlaw take a family from their home
Writer: WOODY GUTHRIE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lady Mary
He came from his palace grand
He came to my cottage door
His words were few but his looks
Will linger for evermore
The look in his sad dark eyes
More tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
There in her garden she stands
All dressed in fine satin and lace
Lady Mary so cold and so strange
In her heart she could find no place.
He knew I would be his bride
With a kiss for a lifetime fee
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
Now in his palace grand
On a flower strewn bed he lies
His beautiful lids are closed
On his sad dark beautiful eyes
And among the mourners who mourn
Why should I a mourner be
For I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
For I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
He came to my cottage door
His words were few but his looks
Will linger for evermore
The look in his sad dark eyes
More tender than words could be
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
There in her garden she stands
All dressed in fine satin and lace
Lady Mary so cold and so strange
In her heart she could find no place.
He knew I would be his bride
With a kiss for a lifetime fee
But I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
Now in his palace grand
On a flower strewn bed he lies
His beautiful lids are closed
On his sad dark beautiful eyes
And among the mourners who mourn
Why should I a mourner be
For I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
For I was nothing to him
And he was the world to me.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Até Amanhã
Até amanhã ou depois meu amor
Sinto muito, não posso ficar
O remédio melhor para nós dois
Eu partir e você esperar
Sinto muito, não posso ficar
O remédio melhor para nós dois
Eu partir e você esperar
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Matty Groves
(Traditional)
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord DArlen's wife came into the church,
The gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Arlen 's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Arlen he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Arlen was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Arlen cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Arlen took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"
Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Arlen cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin"
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord DArlen's wife came into the church,
The gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Arlen 's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Arlen he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Arlen was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Arlen cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Arlen took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"
Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Arlen cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin"
Writer: TRADITIONAL, ASHLEY HUTCHINGS, EMILY SLADE, ROGER WILSON, SIMON CARE
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Joan Baez in Concert (later reissued as Joan Baez in Concert, Part 1) is a live album taken from Joan Baez's 1962 concert tours. It peaked at #10 on the Billboard Pop Albums chart
Performed By:
Joan BaezGenre(s): Folk
Producer(s): Maynard Solomon
Length: 49:08
Released: September 1st, 1962
Year: 1962