Pauvre Ruteboeuf
Joan Baez
Poor Ruteboeuf
What have my friends become
That I held so close
And loved so much
They have been too scattered
I believe the wind took them away
Love is dead
These are friends that the wind carries away
And it was windy in front of my door
Carried them away
With time that leaves trees bare
When there is no leaf left on a branch
That doesn't fall to the ground
With poverty that overwhelms me
That makes war on me from all sides
Love is dead
It is not fitting for me to tell you
How I brought shame upon myself
In what way
What have my friends become
That I held so close
And loved so much
They have been too scattered
I believe the wind took them away
Love is dead
These are friends that the wind carries away
And it was windy in front of my door
Carried them away
Poor sense and poor memory
God gave me the king of glory
And poor income
And a right in the ass when the wind blows
The wind comes to me, the wind blows on me
Love is dead
Misfortune does not come alone
Everything that was to come to me
Has happened
Has happened
