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  • (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)