(words and music by 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 ten years ago i bought you some cufflinks you brought me something we both know what memories can bring they bring diamonds and rust well you burst on the scene already a legend the unwashed phenomenon the original vagabond you strayed into my arms