Letras:
Baez Joan Farewell Angelina

: (B. Dylan) Perhaps it's the colour of the sun cut flat And covering the crossroads I'm standing at, Or maybe it's the weather or something like that

: (D. Leitch) Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise That's the time That's the time

: (Ferre, Ruteboeuf) Que sont mes amis devenus Que j'avais de si pres tenus Et tant aimes Ils ont ete trop clairsemes Je crois le vent les a otes L'

: (Traditional) For the summertime is comming. And the leaves are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Blooms around the purple heather [Chorus

: (P. Seeger) Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind, Wo sind sie geblieben? Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind, Was ist geschehen? Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind, Madchen

: (B. Dylan) You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your

Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina

Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play slow. Farewell, Angelina

(B. Dylan) Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains