To Bobby
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez



I'll put flowers at your feet
And I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry home to your heart
You left us marching on the road
And said how heavy was the load 
The years were young, the struggle barely at its start

Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying

No one could say it like you said it
We'd only try and just forget it
You sood alone upon the mountain 'til it was sinking
And in a frenczy we tried to reach you
With looks and letters we would beseech you 
Never knowing what, where or how you were thinking

Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying

Perhaps the pictures in the Times
Could no longer be put in rhymes
When all the eyes of starving children are wide open
You cast aside the cursed crown
And put your magic into a sound
That made me think your heart was aching, or even broken

But if God hears my complaint He will forgive you
And so will I, in all respect, I'll just relive you
And likewise you must understand the things we give you

Like these flowers at yur door
And scribbled notes about the war
We're only saying that time is short and there is work to do
And we're stilll marching on the streets
With little victories and big defeats
But there is joy, and there is hope, and there's a place for you

Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying