(Words and Music by Joan Baez) 



Still waters at night 

In the darkest of dark 

But you rise as white 

As the birch tree's bark 

Or a pale wolf in winter 

You look down and shiver 

At still waters at night 



Your eyes are as black 

As the blackness you're fearing 

And yonder a bridge 

And a voice within hearing 

Come walk on me softly 

Look down and you'll see 

Still waters at night 



You've reason to fear 

There is no protection 

But a garland of emeralds 

And a moonlit reflection 

Of a boat in the distance 

Will the devil take his chance 

At still waters at night 



So dance me a small dance 

And the night cannot hurt you 

Nor the waters be silent 

Nor the emeralds desert you 

For the boat's full of bright scarves 

And wild hats among them 

Songs of the vagabond 

It's to you he has sung them 

And shattered the silence 

Of still waters at night 



© 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)