Diamonds & Rust

diamonds and rust joan baez

Well, I'll be damned

Here comes your ghost again

But that's not unusual

It's just that the moon is full and you happened to call

And here I sit hand on the telephone

Hearing a voice I'd known a couple of light years ago

Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes

Were bluer than robin's eggs

My poetry was lousy you said

Where are you calling from?

A booth in the midwest

Twenty years ago I bought you some cufflinks

You brought me something

We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust

Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around

And snow in your hair

Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square

Our breath comes out white clouds

Mingles and hangs in the air

Speaking strictly for me

We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me

You're not nostalgic

well give me another word for it

You who are so good with words

And at keeping things vague

Because I need some of that vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly

I was loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust

I've already paid