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The Hitchhikers' Song



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(Words and Music by Joan Baez) 

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. 

© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
   
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