JOAN BAEZ
Festival de Cap Roig
15 agost 2018
WHISTLE DOWN THE WIND
(originally by Tom Waits)
I grew up here all of my life
But I dreamed someday I'd go
Where the blue-eyed girls
And the red guitars
And the naked rivers flow
I'm not all I thought I'd be
I've always stayed around
I've been as far as Mercy and Grand
Frozen to the ground
I can't stay here
And I'm scared to leave
So kiss me once and then
I'll go to hell
I might as well be
Whistlin' down the wind
The bus is at the corner
The clock on the wall
Broken down windmill
There ain't no wind at all
And I yelled and I cursed
If I stay here I'll rust
I'm stuck like a shipwreck
Out here in the dust
The sky is red
And the world is on fire
And the corn is taller than me
And the dog is tied to a wagon of rain
And the road is wet as the sea
Sometimes the music from a dance
Will carry across the plains
The places that I'm dreaming of
Dream only of your face
There are places where they never sleep
And the circus never ends
So I will take the Marleybone coach
And be whistlin' down the wind
So I will take the Marleybone coach
And be whistlin' down the wind
15 авг 2018
