| Song | Rexroth's Daughter |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Bowery Songs |
| 作词 : Brown | |
| Coldest night of the winter | |
| working up my farewell | |
| In the middle of everything | |
| under no particular spell | |
| Dreaming of the mountains | |
| where the children learn the stars | |
| Clouds roll in from Nebraska | |
| dark chords on a big guitar | |
| My restlessness is long gone | |
| standing like an old jack pine | |
| I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
| She's a friend of a friend of mine | |
| Can't believe your hands and mouth | |
| did all that to me | |
| And they are so daily naked | |
| for all the world to see | |
| That thunderstorm in Michigan | |
| I never will forget | |
| We shook right with the thunder | |
| & with the pounding rain got wet | |
| Where did you turn when you turned from me | |
| with your arms across your chest | |
| Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
| saw her in the great northwest | |
| Would she have said it was the wrong time | |
| if I had found her then | |
| I don't ask very much | |
| a field across the road and a few good friends | |
| She used to come & see me | |
| she was always there & gone | |
| Even the very longest love | |
| do'nt last very long | |
| She'd stood there in my doorway | |
| smoothing out her dress | |
| saying 'life is a thump-ripe melon- | |
| -so sweet and such a mess' | |
| (I wanted to get to know you | |
| but you said you were shy | |
| I would have followed you anywhere | |
| but hello rolled into goodbye | |
| I just stood there watching | |
| as you walked along the fence | |
| Beware of them that look at you | |
| as an experience | |
| You're back out on the highway | |
| with your poems of city heat | |
| I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
| here on my own side street) | |
| Well,The murderer who lived next door | |
| seemed such a normal guy-- | |
| You try to swallow what they shove at us | |
| you run out of tears to cry | |
| I heard a man speak quietly | |
| I listened for a while | |
| He spoke from his heart to my woe | |
| & then he bowed & smiled | |
| What is real but compassion | |
| as we move from birth to death | |
| Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
| & I'm running out of breath | |
| Spring will come back I know it will | |
| & it'll do its best | |
| so useful, so endangered | |
| like a lion or a breast | |
| I think about my children | |
| when I look at any child's face | |
| pray that we will find a way | |
| to get with all this amazing grace | |
| It's so cold out there tonight | |
| stormy I can hardly see | |
| I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
| & I guess I always will be. |
| zuò cí : Brown | |
| Coldest night of the winter | |
| working up my farewell | |
| In the middle of everything | |
| under no particular spell | |
| Dreaming of the mountains | |
| where the children learn the stars | |
| Clouds roll in from Nebraska | |
| dark chords on a big guitar | |
| My restlessness is long gone | |
| standing like an old jack pine | |
| I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
| She' s a friend of a friend of mine | |
| Can' t believe your hands and mouth | |
| did all that to me | |
| And they are so daily naked | |
| for all the world to see | |
| That thunderstorm in Michigan | |
| I never will forget | |
| We shook right with the thunder | |
| with the pounding rain got wet | |
| Where did you turn when you turned from me | |
| with your arms across your chest | |
| Ya, I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
| saw her in the great northwest | |
| Would she have said it was the wrong time | |
| if I had found her then | |
| I don' t ask very much | |
| a field across the road and a few good friends | |
| She used to come see me | |
| she was always there gone | |
| Even the very longest love | |
| do' nt last very long | |
| She' d stood there in my doorway | |
| smoothing out her dress | |
| saying ' life is a thumpripe melon | |
| so sweet and such a mess' | |
| I wanted to get to know you | |
| but you said you were shy | |
| I would have followed you anywhere | |
| but hello rolled into goodbye | |
| I just stood there watching | |
| as you walked along the fence | |
| Beware of them that look at you | |
| as an experience | |
| You' re back out on the highway | |
| with your poems of city heat | |
| I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
| here on my own side street | |
| Well, The murderer who lived next door | |
| seemed such a normal guy | |
| You try to swallow what they shove at us | |
| you run out of tears to cry | |
| I heard a man speak quietly | |
| I listened for a while | |
| He spoke from his heart to my woe | |
| then he bowed smiled | |
| What is real but compassion | |
| as we move from birth to death | |
| Ya, I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
| I' m running out of breath | |
| Spring will come back I know it will | |
| it' ll do its best | |
| so useful, so endangered | |
| like a lion or a breast | |
| I think about my children | |
| when I look at any child' s face | |
| pray that we will find a way | |
| to get with all this amazing grace | |
| It' s so cold out there tonight | |
| stormy I can hardly see | |
| I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
| I guess I always will be. |