Rider, Pass By

	(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
	Tell me when you see them
	Gathered at the shore
	Dancing on their broken chains
	Ah, the ladies are no more
	In their blue jeans and their necklaces
	Against an evening sky
	But some of them are weeping
	Crying rider, please pass by
	The ship with all the riders
	Has drifted out to sea
	Compass cracked and stars unnamed
	It's lost to history
	And the riders in captivity
	Watch ancient waves roll high
	And hear the distant voices
	Crying rider, please pass by
	All you men who should have been
	Your fathers beat you down
	Your mothers loved you badly
	Your teachers stole your crowns
	And the wars you fought have taken toll
	The price was far too high
	You've buried all the images
	Of riders passing by
	The horses of the riders
	Have waited at the tide
	But years have passed, they know at last
	Their heroes will not ride
	So the women oh so gracefully
	Mount noble horses high
	Shattering the timelessness
	Of rider, please pass by
	But who can dare to judge us
	The women or the men?
	If freedom's wings shall not be clipped
	We all can love again
	So the choice is not of etiquette
	Or finding lonesome ways to die
	But liberty to ships at sea
	And riders passing by
	But liberty to ships at sea
	And riders passing by
	© 1973 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

	Words and Music by Joan Baez
	Tell me when you see them
	Gathered at the shore
	Dancing on their broken chains
	Ah, the ladies are no more
	In their blue jeans and their necklaces
	Against an evening sky
	But some of them are weeping
	Crying rider, please pass by
	The ship with all the riders
	Has drifted out to sea
	Compass cracked and stars unnamed
	It' s lost to history
	And the riders in captivity
	Watch ancient waves roll high
	And hear the distant voices
	Crying rider, please pass by
	All you men who should have been
	Your fathers beat you down
	Your mothers loved you badly
	Your teachers stole your crowns
	And the wars you fought have taken toll
	The price was far too high
	You' ve buried all the images
	Of riders passing by
	The horses of the riders
	Have waited at the tide
	But years have passed, they know at last
	Their heroes will not ride
	So the women oh so gracefully
	Mount noble horses high
	Shattering the timelessness
	Of rider, please pass by
	But who can dare to judge us
	The women or the men?
	If freedom' s wings shall not be clipped
	We all can love again
	So the choice is not of etiquette
	Or finding lonesome ways to die
	But liberty to ships at sea
	And riders passing by
	But liberty to ships at sea
	And riders passing by
	1973 Chandos Music ASCAP