Joan Baez Follow

Well, I recall his parting words
Must I accept his fate
Or take myself far from this place?

I thought I heard a black bell toll
A little bird did sing
Man loses all when he wants everything

And we'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

Man goes beyond his own decision
Gets caught up in his own mechanism
Of swindlers who act like kings
And brokers who break everything

The darkest night was swiftly falling
Into the dawn of the day
Why would I want him
Just to lose him again?

And we'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride

We'll rise above the scarlet tide
That trickles down through the mountain
And separates the widow from the bride