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Baez Joan Blessed Are

Blessed are the one way ticket holders On a one way street Blessed are the midnight riders For in the shadow of God they sleep Blessed are the huddled

Traducció: Joan Baez. Benaurats els.

J. Baez) Blessed are the one way ticket holders On a one way street. Blessed are the midnight riders For in the shadow of God they sleep. Blessed are

. Baez) Blessed are the one way ticket holders On a one way street. Blessed are the midnight riders For in the shadow of God they sleep. Blessed are

remembering The bearers and the pall. And though their many-colored sweaters Are reflected in the glass, And though the sun shines down upon them, They are

The deepening of a sadness Broke finally into madness. You are truly one of the last, Lonely and wretched. Your eyes are wild and frightening At the same time they are blessed

: (J. Baez) The music stopped in my hand My hand My hand Sadly smiled the band The band The band Softly echoes your laughter Riddled with tears When

: (R. Miller) Heaven help the child who never had a home Heaven help the girl who walks the streets alone Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to

: (J. Winchester) Oh, my, but you have a pretty face You favour a girl that I knew I imagine that she's still in Tennessee And, by God, I should be