Joan Baez - The Hitchhikers' Song lyrics

[Joan Baez - The Hitchhikers' Song lyrics]

When the mist rolls in on Highway One
Like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
And I see them and I say you are my children
My sweet children i am your poet

With hair just like the burning tree of Moses
The girl beside you is your twin
Behind your fiery make-up you
Should know this
I am your sister, I am your kin
Your flesh and kin i'll write this tune
In matching phrases just to show it
You are the orphans in an age
Of no tomorrows
And with your walking you wage a war
Against the sorrows your fathers left you
A row to hoe and you'll hoe it

If I could write you easy directions
On a list


You would not read it, you could not see it
For the mist besides my pen is
Very righteous and I know it

So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom
There's one more summer just around the bend
The amber in your smile is brave and winsome
For though your highway has no end
It never ends there is still the sky
The windy cliff and the sea below it
I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet
And I'd blow it i'd blow it

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