Aber warum denn war mal? Wer schon in jungen Jahren eine Freidenkerin (Barfüsserin) war, bleibt es doch auch noch im fortgeschrittenen Alter. Oder?

nichts gegen zu sagen. Habe ich ja auch nicht

Gruß, Ralf

Aber warum denn war mal? Wer schon in jungen Jahren eine Freidenkerin (Barfüsserin) war, bleibt es doch auch noch im fortgeschrittenen Alter. Oder?

Gruß Eugen

(PS.: Ein Cousin von ihr, John Baez, ist ein bekannter mathematischer Physiker; Ups, ist mir so rausgerutscht )).

Joan Baez mit ihrer Schwester Mimi Farina, 1965

James Baldwin, Joan Baez und James Foremen (v.l.n.r.) beim Marsch für Wahlrecht für Schwarze von Selma nach Montgomery (Alabama), 1965

Joni Mitchel, Judy Collins, Joan Baez (v.l.n.r.), 1968

Viele Grüße, Ralf

Joan Baez:
The Dream Song

I had a dream I was following a barefoot girl
Beside a dream that flowed around the world
And we spoke of many things, though her mouth never moved
As the most peculiar scenes were disappearing into view

Oh what a dream, beyond the realm of why
Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky
Speaking of god as though they could define
Music to the deaf and color to the blind
Or god to man

And then the leaves became a thousand tears
And I was on my knees in a crazy house of mirrors
I couldn't find my face but a voice was drawing nearer
Hush baby - sweet baby - hush, don't you cry

And I thought I woke and my mother was standing there
And my heart broke as the ribbons in her hair
Turned into highways, surrounded and swirled
Like a crown come down around a not-so-perfect world

In the corner of the dream was the man with the blue guitar
It had no strings but the music touched the stars
And his long dark curls turned to gold before my eyes
And the barefoot girl smiled off to the side
And it was real

Then a thousand birds took flight with a joyful noise
And I heard the angels up on high rejoice
I could see my face and I recognized the voice
Hush baby - sweet baby - hush, baby, hush

It's just a dream, one of those that goes on and on
Scene after scene, with the rhythm of a gypsy song
When I really woke, I was frozen in between
I didn't know who I was, it was a dream inside a dream

It's all a dream
Oh what a dream
I had a dream

Gruß
Thomas