| 歌曲 | Rider, Pass By |
| 歌手 | Joan Baez |
| 专辑 | Where Are You Now, My Son? |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| (Words and Music by Joan Baez) | |
| Tell me when you see them | |
| Gathered at the shore | |
| Dancing on their broken chains | |
| Ah, the ladies are no more | |
| In their blue jeans and their necklaces | |
| Against an evening sky | |
| But some of them are weeping | |
| Crying rider, please pass by | |
| The ship with all the riders | |
| Has drifted out to sea | |
| Compass cracked and stars unnamed | |
| It's lost to history | |
| And the riders in captivity | |
| Watch ancient waves roll high | |
| And hear the distant voices | |
| Crying rider, please pass by | |
| All you men who should have been | |
| Your fathers beat you down | |
| Your mothers loved you badly | |
| Your teachers stole your crowns | |
| And the wars you fought have taken toll | |
| The price was far too high | |
| You've buried all the images | |
| Of riders passing by | |
| The horses of the riders | |
| Have waited at the tide | |
| But years have passed, they know at last | |
| Their heroes will not ride | |
| So the women oh so gracefully | |
| Mount noble horses high | |
| Shattering the timelessness | |
| Of rider, please pass by | |
| But who can dare to judge us | |
| The women or the men? | |
| If freedom's wings shall not be clipped | |
| We all can love again | |
| So the choice is not of etiquette | |
| Or finding lonesome ways to die | |
| But liberty to ships at sea | |
| And riders passing by | |
| But liberty to ships at sea | |
| And riders passing by | |
| © 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| Tell me when you see them | |
| Gathered at the shore | |
| Dancing on their broken chains | |
| Ah, the ladies are no more | |
| In their blue jeans and their necklaces | |
| Against an evening sky | |
| But some of them are weeping | |
| Crying rider, please pass by | |
| The ship with all the riders | |
| Has drifted out to sea | |
| Compass cracked and stars unnamed | |
| It' s lost to history | |
| And the riders in captivity | |
| Watch ancient waves roll high | |
| And hear the distant voices | |
| Crying rider, please pass by | |
| All you men who should have been | |
| Your fathers beat you down | |
| Your mothers loved you badly | |
| Your teachers stole your crowns | |
| And the wars you fought have taken toll | |
| The price was far too high | |
| You' ve buried all the images | |
| Of riders passing by | |
| The horses of the riders | |
| Have waited at the tide | |
| But years have passed, they know at last | |
| Their heroes will not ride | |
| So the women oh so gracefully | |
| Mount noble horses high | |
| Shattering the timelessness | |
| Of rider, please pass by | |
| But who can dare to judge us | |
| The women or the men? | |
| If freedom' s wings shall not be clipped | |
| We all can love again | |
| So the choice is not of etiquette | |
| Or finding lonesome ways to die | |
| But liberty to ships at sea | |
| And riders passing by | |
| But liberty to ships at sea | |
| And riders passing by | |
| 1973 Chandos Music ASCAP |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| Tell me when you see them | |
| Gathered at the shore | |
| Dancing on their broken chains | |
| Ah, the ladies are no more | |
| In their blue jeans and their necklaces | |
| Against an evening sky | |
| But some of them are weeping | |
| Crying rider, please pass by | |
| The ship with all the riders | |
| Has drifted out to sea | |
| Compass cracked and stars unnamed | |
| It' s lost to history | |
| And the riders in captivity | |
| Watch ancient waves roll high | |
| And hear the distant voices | |
| Crying rider, please pass by | |
| All you men who should have been | |
| Your fathers beat you down | |
| Your mothers loved you badly | |
| Your teachers stole your crowns | |
| And the wars you fought have taken toll | |
| The price was far too high | |
| You' ve buried all the images | |
| Of riders passing by | |
| The horses of the riders | |
| Have waited at the tide | |
| But years have passed, they know at last | |
| Their heroes will not ride | |
| So the women oh so gracefully | |
| Mount noble horses high | |
| Shattering the timelessness | |
| Of rider, please pass by | |
| But who can dare to judge us | |
| The women or the men? | |
| If freedom' s wings shall not be clipped | |
| We all can love again | |
| So the choice is not of etiquette | |
| Or finding lonesome ways to die | |
| But liberty to ships at sea | |
| And riders passing by | |
| But liberty to ships at sea | |
| And riders passing by | |
| 1973 Chandos Music ASCAP |