Joan Baez – Winds Of The Old Days (Guitar)

Capo 4
Key
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Versions (2)

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Chords

[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]
    G                   Am
And take me down to the harbor now

    D                    Em
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough

    Bm                    Am
Ghosts of my history will follow me there

    D                                              Em
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]
    G                  Am
And take me down to the harbor now

    D                    Em
Grapes of the summer are low on the bough

    Bm                     Am
Ghosts of my history will follow me there

    D                                           Em
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] (Key change)
      A                             Bm
Because idols are best when they're made of stone

      E                  A
A savior's a nuisance to live with at home

      A                  Bm
Stars often fall, heroes go unsung

      E                     A
And martyrs most certainly die too young
[Verse 4]
   A                     Bm
So thank you for writing the best songs

   E                     A
Thank you for righting a few wrongs

   A                      Bm
You're a savage gift on a wayward bus

   E                         A
But you stepped down and you sang to us
[Chorus 3]
    A                   Bm
And get you down to the harbor now

    E                       F#m
Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough

    C#m                  A
Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there

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