Who Do You Think I Am Joan Baez

I am not on top of a mountain and
I am not under the ground
I am not spilling over the edges and
I am not easily found
I am not in a shelter from the winter
When your head is buried in the sand
Why do the secret sellers explain things
Things I already understand

And who do you think I am
Yes you who do you say I am

Once when I was flying past the steeple
The bells were ringing in my ears
And I was counting the broken-hearted people
And I was following their tears
I am not sinking in the sadness
I am not throwing bitter stones
I do not worry who will mind me
I am not dancing alone

But you who do you think I am
Yes you who do you say I am

Is it winter where you are
Try to find me if you can