May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong, may you stay forever young.

Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call, Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block up the hall, For he that gets hurt, Will be he who has stalled, The battle outside ragin', Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls, For the times they are a-changin'...

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.

I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.

A poem is a naked person.

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.

Folk songs are evasive-the truth about life, and life is more or less a lie, but then again that's exactly the way we want it to be. We wouldn't be comfortable with it any other way. A folk song has over a thousand faces and you must meet them all if you want to play this stuff. A folk song might vary in meaning and it might not appear the same from one moment to the next. It depends on who's playing and who's listening.