You seemed like such a strait-laced girl,nSo timid and shy,nTelling me of all your trials,nIn a voice that made me cry.nAnd you hummed your song so softly,nIn a melody so sweet,nStrumming on that old guitar,nWhile a dreamer walked the street.nAnd on that stage in London Town,nApplause greeted the sight,nWill you ask about that baby’s name?nOr will you not do that tonight?nAnd is your heart in this performance?nOr is your mind on something more?nLike figuring how to stop Uncle SamnFrom sending those boys to war.nnI would have liked to show you,nAnd given time I would know you,nAnd in my mind, sweet saint, you stopped the fall.nAnd those detractors, I would scorn them,nBut hell, I wasn’t even born then,nYou kept us ticking when we thought the world would stall.nWith your pure heart, sweet saint, you saved us all.nnYou see him smiling from the window.nAnd you told me in diamonds and rust,nThat the vagabond just strayed into your armsnDidn’t treat you like a lover must.nAnd you claim he often told you,nHe didn’t like your poetry,nYet what you sang for Bobby,nI wish you’d sing for me.nWhen I see those moving pictures,nIn a film of slated grey,nHow it looks so dull and lifelessnBut you can chase the blues away.nAnd, damn it, Joan, I love you,nAnd I wish I could have been there,nJust to see that smile in person,nRun my fingers through your hair.nnI would have liked to hold you,nAnd given time I would have told you,nAnd in my mind, sweet saint, you’ve never been kissed.nAnd those suitors, I would scorn them,nBut hell, I wasn’t even born then,nI curse another opportunity missed.nAnother box ticked on my ‘Won’t Achieve It’ list.nnWho knows what could have happened,nIn some other twist of fate,nIf I wasn’t born so far away,nIf I wasn’t born so late.nAnd I wanted us both to be alone,nSo I could show you what love can be,nAnd I wanted to be a victimnSo you would sing a song for me.nWhen you’re gifted with a talent,nTo make sounds to match our taste,nIt’s such a rare treat to see,nThat talent hasn’t gone to waste,nBut it seems you’ll be remembered,nFor much more than the music you made,nFor your strong public stances, human rights, anti-war,nFor the numerous lives that you’ve saved.nnI would have liked to show you,nAnd given time I would know you,nAnd in my mind, sweet saint, you stopped the fall.nAnd those detractors, I would scorn them,nBut hell, I wasn’t even born then,nYou kept us ticking when we thought the world would stall.nThought we were steering straight into a brick wall.nWith your pure heart, sweet saint, you saved us all.nnI would have liked to hold you,nAnd given time I would have told you,nAnd in my mind, sweet saint, you’ve never been kissed.nAnd those suitors, I would scorn them,nBut hell, I wasn’t even born then,nI curse another opportunity missed.nAnother box ticked on my ‘Won’t Achieve It’ list.nAnother box ticked on my ‘Won’t Achieve It’ list.nAnother box ticked on my ‘Won’t Achieve It’ list.