Richard and Mimi Farina recorded an adapted version of an old Mexican folk song in the 1960s. Richard wrote new English lyrics to it … and in 1974, I contacted Mimi (Baez) Farina, the younger sister of Joan Baez to ask if I could someday record it. By that time I was already suffering the effects of Tick-Borne LYME infection that later changed my life completely and this song offered me great “comfort” … I am sure it will do the same for you.
We became friends (Mimi had non-profit organizations feeding the homeless under the name “BREAD & ROSES”) and graciously gave me permission to use it. (Richard had tragically died in an accident some years earlier) . She wrote me wonderful letters (now long gone) and died suddenly in 2001 … My version does not do it ( the song ) “justice”, as the original is so “poignant” … but I am thrilled to be carrying on their “legacy”, and now years later using for a good purpose … I get to be part of their story … she (Mimi) would agree …
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My version of this song (1976) is also available on this website, but listen to this one… it is the best! Michael (2020)
Lyrics
Released on REFLECTIONS IN A CRYSTAL WIND album (December, 1965) on Vanguard RecordsMusic from a traditional Mexican Song ” Los Bibilicos “adapted with new lyrics by Richard Farina
Come wander quietly and listen to the wind
Come here and listen to the sky
Come walking high above the rolling of the sea
And watch the swallows as they fly
There is no sorrow like the murmur of their wings
There is no choir like their song
There is no power like the freedom of their flight
While the swallows roam alone
Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voices
Hear the trembling in the stone
Do you hear the angry bells ringing in the night
Do you hear the swallows when they’ve flown?
And will the breezes blow the petals from your hair
And will some loving ease your pain
And will the silence strike confusion from your soul
And will the swallows come again?
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