winds of the old days

• diamonds and rust albümünde bulunan joan baez şarkısı. eski günlere gitme eğilimi gösterildiğinde ilaç gibi gelir.
  
  the lady's 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 doesn't take much to remember
  those eloquent songs from the good old days
  that set us to marching with banners ablaze
  but reporters, there's no sense in prying
  our blue-eyed son's 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 they're made of stone
  a savior's 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
  you're 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
• böyle şarkıların yazılabildiği bir çağ vardı, hemen geçen yüzyılın ikinci yarısında. hayat ne garip.
  
  ayrıca bunun da, baez tarafından bob dylan'a yazılmış şarkı olduğunu eklemek gerek.