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    LAST, LONELY AND WRETCHED
    (Words and Music by Joan Baez)

    You're tired and you're poor,
    you long to be free,
    but in this Godforsaken land
    you find no home, no family
    on the many roads that you've wandered
    since the day of your birth.
    You've become one of the last,
    lonely and wretched.

    Your hair is matted,
    your face and hands are dirty,
    and the years that you've toiled
    must number somewhere near thirty.
    The deepening of a sadness
    broke finally into madness.
    You are truly one of the last,
    lonely and wretched.

    Your eyes are wild and frightening
    at the same time they are blessed
    and I wonder if God died,
    turned his back or only just rested.
    And you walked out on the seventh day
    through the big gates and on your way
    to become one of the last,
    lonely and wretched.

    For once you were a child.
    Your cheeks were red,
    you were well fed.
    You laughed and played
    till you got teary,
    ran to your mother
    when you were weary.

    But somewhere you were forsaken
    alone I'll not bear the blame
    and somehow all was taken,
    your mind, your body, your name.
    Forgive us our unkindness,
    our desertion and our blindness,
    with you, all the last,
    lonely and wretched.
    Forgive us, all the last,
    lonely and wretched.

    © 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)


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