Joan Baez – Winds Of The Old Days chords

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[Verse 1]

 

   G                 Am

The lady's adrift in a foreign land

   D                  G

Singing on issues both humble and grand

   G                 Am

A decade flew past her and there on the page

   D                  G

She read that the prince had returned to the stage

 

   G                 Am

Hovering near treacherous waters

   D                  G

A friend saw her drifting and caught her

   G                 Am

Unguarded fantasies flying too far

   D                  G

Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar

 

 

[Chorus 1]

 

    C                  G

And take me down to the harbor now

    D                  G

Grapes of the summer are low on the bough

    C                  G

Ghosts of my history will follow me there

    D                  G

And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair

 

 

[Verse 2]

 

   G                 Am

Breath on an undying ember

   D                  G

It doesn't take much to remember

   G                 Am

Those eloquent songs from the good old days

   D                  G

That set us to marching with banners ablaze

 

   G                 Am

But reporters, there's no sense in prying

   D                  G

Our blue-eyed son's been denying

   G                 Am

The truths that are wrapped in a mystery

   D                  G

The sixties are over so set him free

 

 

[Chorus 2]

 

    C                  G

And take me down to the harbor now

    D                  G

Grapes of the summer are low on the bough

    C                  G

Ghosts of my history will follow me there

    D                  G

And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair

 

 

[Verse 3]

 

   G                 Am

Why do I sit the autumnal judge?

   D                  G

Years of self-righteousness will not budge

   G                 Am

Singer or savior, it was his to choose

   D                  G

Which of us knows what was his to lose?

 

 

[Bridge]

 

      Am                  Bm

Because idols are best when they're made of stone

      Em                  Am

A savior's a nuisance to live with at home

      Am                  Bm

Stars often fall, heroes go unsung

      Em                  Am

And martyrs most certainly die too young

 

 

[Verse 4]

 

   G                 Am

So thank you for writing the best songs

   D                  G

Thank you for righting a few wrongs

   G                 Am

You're a savage gift on a wayward bus

   D                  G

But you stepped down and you sang to us

 

 

[Chorus 3]

 

    C                  G

And get you down to the harbor now

    D                  G

Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough

    C                  G

Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there

    D                  G

And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair

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