Joan Baez

[phi]

Green, green grass of home

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.



Blowing in the wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man

How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see



500 miles



The house of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one