Lyrics Joan Baez – Oh, Little Child
Text:
Oh, little child, see how the flower
You pluck bleeds on the iron ground
Bend down, your ears may catch its voice
A passionless, low sobbing sound
Oh, man, put up your sword and see
The brother that you did to death
There is no hatred in his eye
No curses crackle in his breath
Album
Joan Baez – A Journey Through Our Time
Joan Baez – No Man Is An Island
Joan Baez – Old Welsh Song
Joan Baez – I Saw The Vision Of Armies
Joan Baez – Minister Of War
Joan Baez – Song In The Blood
Joan Baez – Casida Of The Lament
Joan Baez – Of The Dark Past (Ecce Puer)
Joan Baez – London
Joan Baez – In Guernica
Joan Baez – Who Murdered The Minutes
Joan Baez – Oh, Little Child
Joan Baez – Epitaph For A Poet
Joan Baez – Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man
Joan Baez – All The Pretty Little Horses
Joan Baez – Childhood III
Joan Baez – The Magic Wood
Joan Baez – Poems From The Japanese
Joan Baez – All In Green Went My Love Riding
Joan Baez – Gacela Of The Dark Death
Joan Baez – The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young
Joan Baez – Evil