xFrom_her_75_album_Diamonds_and_rust:
On_the_album_its_played_in_B,_hence_capo_goes_on_the_4th_fret.
Intro_and_occasional_interlude_between_verses_(sometimes_without_the_second_hammer-on):
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Verse_pattern_(on_the_recording_some_notes_are_played_by_the_bass):
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So,_Verse_(4_times_for_one_verse,_or_2_times_2_in_the_last_one_where_the_bridge_breaks_
up):
The[G]ladys_adrift_in_a_[Am]foreign__land
[D]Singing__on_issues_both_[G]humble_and_grand
Chorus:
And[C]take_me_down_to_the[G]harbor_now
[D]Grapes_of_the_summer_are[G]low_on_the_bough
[C]Ghosts_of_my_history_will[G]follow_me_there
And_the[D]winds_of_the_old_days_will_blow_through_my_[G]hair
Bridge_(twice):
Because[Am]idols_are_best_when_theyre_[Bm]made_of_stone
A[Em]saviors_a_nuisance_to_[Am]live_with_at_home
WINDS_OF_THE_OLD_DAYS
(Words_and_Music_by_Joan_Baez)
The_ladys_adrift_in_a_foreign_land
Singing_on_issues_both_humble_and_grand
A_decade_flew_past_her_and_there_on_the_page
She_read_that_the_prince_had_returned_to_the_stage
Hovering_near_treacherous_waters
A_friend_saw_her_drifting_and_caught_her
Unguarded_fantasies_flying_too_far
Memories_tumbling_like_sweets_from_a_jar
And_take_me_down_to_the_harbor_now
Grapes_of_the_summer_are_low_on_the_bough
Ghosts_of_my_history_will_follow_me_there
And_the_winds_of_the_old_days_will_blow_through_my_hair
Breath_on_an_undying_ember
It_doesnt_take_much_to_remember
Those_eloquent_songs_from_the_good_old_days
That_set_us_to_marching_with_banners_ablaze
But_reporters,_theres_no_sense_in_prying
Our_blue-eyed_sons_been_denying
The_truths_that_are_wrapped_in_a_mystery
The_sixties_are_over_so_set_him_free
And_take_me_down_to_the_harbor_now
Grapes_of_the_summer_are_low_on_the_bough
Ghosts_of_my_history_will_follow_me_there
And_the_winds_of_the_old_days_will_blow_through_my_hair
Why_do_I_sit_the_autumnal_judge
Years_of_self-righteousness_will_not_budge
Singer_or_savior,_it_was_his_to_choose
Which_of_us_knows_what_was_his_to_lose
Because_idols_are_best_when_theyre_made_of_stone
A_saviors_a_nuisance_to_live_with_at_home
Stars_often_fall,_heroes_go_unsung
And_martyrs_most_certainly_die_too_young
So_thank_you_for_writing_the_best_songs
Thank_you_for_righting_a_few_wrongs
Youre_a_savage_gift_on_a_wayward_bus
But_you_stepped_down_and_you_sang_to_us
And_get_you_down_to_the_harbor_now
Most_of_the_sour_grapes_are_gone_from_the_bough
Ghosts_of_Johanna_will_visit_you_there
And_the_winds_of_the_old_days_will_blow_through_your_hair
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