Joni Mitchell Songbook Complete Vol1 1966-1970 by carol c

Imti Mitchell Songbook nmplete volume number I (1966-1970)

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Joid Mitchell Songbooh Complete volume number 1 (1966-197O)

Sony to a Seagull Cactus Tree The Daumtreader I Had a King Mareie Michael front Mountains Nathan La Franeer Wight in the Citg The Pirate of Penance Sisotowbell Lane Song to a Seagull

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Clouds Both Sides Now Chelsea Morning The Fiddle and the Drum The Gallery I Don't Know Where I Stand I Think I Understand Roses Blue Songs to Aging Children Come That Song About the Midway Tin Angel

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tidies olthe Canyon The Arrangement 92 BigYellowTuxi / 115 BlueBog vj 9O The Circle Game 118 He Comes for Conversation SO He Played Real Good for free 112 Ladies of the Canyon 97 Morning Morgantoum 1O9 The Priest Song 1O3 ttaing Night House 86 Willie 1OO Woodstock 1O6

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Cactus There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she's so busy being free There's a man who climbed a mountain And he's calling out her name And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles He calls again He can think hej^h^feJbeside ffe can mis^her just the same He has missed her in the forest While he showed her all the flowers And the branches sang the chorus As he climbed the scaley towers Of a forest tree While she was somewhere being free There's a man who's sent a letter And he's waiting for reply He has asked her of her travels Since the day they said goodbye He writes " Wish you were beside me We can make it if we try" He has seen her at the office With her name on all his papers Thru the sharing of the profits He will find it hard to shake her From his memory And she's so busy being free There's a lady in the city And she thinks she loves them all There's the one who's thinking of her There's the one who sometimes calls There's the one who writes her letters With his facts and figures scrawl She has brought them to her senses They have laughed inside her laughter Now she rallies her defences For she fears that one will ask her For eternity And she's so busy being free There's a man who sends her medals He is bleeding from the war There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store There's a drummer and a dreamer And you know there may be more She will love them when she sees them They will lose her if they follow And she only means to please them And her heart is full and hollow Like a cactus tree While she's so busy being free. by Joni Mitchell ©1968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.

II hadHatNt King a king ^ In a tenement castl Lately he's taken To painting the pastel avails brown He's taken the curtains He's swept with The broom of contempt And the rooms Have an empty ring; He's cleaned with the tears Of an actor who fears For the laughter's sting. I can't go back there anymore. You know my keys won't Fit the door; JTimrtiinili iwy Don't fit the man. They never can, They never can. I had a king Dressed in drip-dry paisley. Lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind. He lives in another time. Ladies in gingham Still blush when sings them Of wars But I, in my leather and lace, I can never Become that kind. I can't go back there anymore. You know my keys won't Fit the door; You know my thoughts Don't fit the man. They never can, They never can. I had a king In a salt-rusted carriage Who carried me off To his country for marriage Too soon. Beware of the pow'r of moons. There's no one to blame, No, there's no one to name As a traitor here. The queen's in the groove And the king's on the road Till the end of the year.

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answer for. The roll of the harbor wake, The songs that the rigging makes; The taste of the spray he takes and he learns to give. He aches and he learns to live; He stakes all his silver on a promise to be free. Mermaids live in colonies; All his seadreams come to me. City satins left at home; I will not need them. I believe him when he tells of loving me. Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you. "Leave behind your streets" he said, And come to me. Come down from the neon lights; Come down from the tourist sights; Run down till the rain delights you; you do not hide. Sunlight will renew your pride" Skin white by skin golden, Like a promise to be free; Dolphins playing in the sea; All his seadreams come to me.

I can't go back there anymore. You know my keys won't Fit the door; You know my thoughts Don't fit the man. They never can, They never can. They never can, They never can. by Joni Mitchell

Seabird, I have seen you fly above the pilings. I am smiling at your circles in the air. I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping. Fold your fleet wings; I have brought some dreams to share: A dream that you love someone; A dream that the wars are done; A dream that you tell no one but the gray sea. They'll say that you're crazy And dream of a baby. Like a promise to be free; Children laughing out to sea; All his seadreams come to me. by Joni Mitchell

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Marcie in a coat of flowers Steps inside a candy store. Reds are sweet and greens are sour; Still no letter at her door. So she'll tvash her flower curtains, Hang them in the wind to dry, Dust her tables with his shirt And wave another day goodbye. Marcie's faucet needs a plumber, Marcie''s sorrow needs a man. Red is autumn, green is summer. Greens are turning and the sand, All along the ocean beaches Stares up empty at the sky. Marcie buys a bag of peaches. Stops a postman passing by. And summer goes, falls to the sidewalk Like string and brown paper; Winter blows up from the river. There's no one to take her to the sea. Marcie dresses warm; it's snowing, Takes a yellow cab uptown. Red is stop and green's for going. Sees a show and rides back down, Down along the Hudson River, Past the shipyards in the cold. Still no letter's been delivered, Still the winter days unfold. Like magazines fading In dusty grey attics and cellars, Make a dream, dream back to summer And hear how he tells her " Wait for me" Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away. "Red is angry, green is jealous" That was all she had to say. Someone thought they saw her Sunday, Window shopping in the rain. Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went west again. by Joni Mitchell CI968 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. Alt Rights Reserved

Michael from Mountains Michael wakes you up with sweets, He takes you up streets And the rain comes down; Sidewalk markets locked up tight And umbrellas bright On a gray background. There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns That run down the drain In colored arrangements that Michael will change With a stick that he found. Michael from mountains, Go where you will go to. Know that I will know you, Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Michael brings you to a park, He sings and it's dark When the clouds come by; Yellow slickers up on swings Like puppets on strings, Hanging in the sky. They'll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens; Their mothers will scold, But Michael will hold you to keep away cold Till the sidewalks are dry. Michael from mountains, Go where you will go to. Know that I will know you, Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well.

Michael leads you up the stairs, He needs you to care And you know you do; Cats come crying to the key And dry you will be In a tow I or two. There's rain in the window, there's sun in the painting That smiles on the wall. You want to know all, but his mountains have called, So you never do. Michael from mountains, Go where you will go to. Know that I will know you, Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. by Joni Mitchell <D/967 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

Nathan La Franeer I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane And though we shared a common space, I know we'll never meet again. The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear view mirror, I read his name and it was plainly written, Nathan La Franeer. 1 asked him would he hurry, but we crawled the canyons slowly, Thru the buyers and the sellers, thru the burglar bells And the wishing'wells. With gangs and girly shows The ghostly garden grows. He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed me to my face; He hated everyone who paid to the ride and share his common space. I picked my bags up from the curb and stumbled to the door. Another man reached out his hand, another hand reached out for more. The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day. I looked thru window glass at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey. I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons; The city grated thru chrome-plate, the clock struck slowly half past noon. Thru the tunnel, tiled and turning into daylight once again; I am escaping Once again goodbye to symphonies. And dirty trees. With parks and plastic clothes The ghostly garden grows. He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed me to my face; He hated everyone who paid to the ride and share his common space. I picked my bags up from the curb and stumbled to the door. Another man reached out his hand, another hand reached out for more. And I filled it full of silver and I left the fingers counting And the sky goes on forever without meter maids And peace parades. You feed it all your woes, The ghostly garden grows. He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed me to my face; He hated everyone who paid to the ride and share his common space. I picked my bags up from the curb and stumbled to the door. Another man reached out his hand, another hand reached out for more. by Joni Mitchell OJ968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

Nathan La Franeer I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane And though we shared a common space, I know we'll never meet again. The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear view mirror, I read his name and it was plainly written, Nathan La Franeer. I asked him would he hurry, but we crawled the canyons slowly, Thru the buyers and the sellers, thru the burglar bells And the wishing'wells. With gangs and girly shows The ghostly garden grows. He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed me to my face; He hated everyone who paid to the ride and share his common space. I picked my bags up from the curb and stumbled to the door. Another man reached out his hand, another hand reached out for more. The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day. I looked thru window glass at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey. I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons; The city grated thru chrome-plate, the clock struck slowly half past noon. Thru the tunnel, tiled and turning into daylight once again; I am escaping Once again goodbye to symphonies. And dirty trees. With parks and plastic clothes The ghostly garden grows. He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed me to my face; He hated everyone who paid to the ride and share his common space. I picked my bags up from the curb and stumbled to the door. Another man reached out his hand, another hand reached out for more. And I filled it full of silver and I left the fingers counting And the sky goes on forever without meter maids And peace parades. You feed it all your woes, The ghostly garden grows. He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed me to my face; He hated everyone who paid to the ride and share his common space. I picked my bags up from the curb and stumbled to the door. Another man reached out his hand, another hand reached out for more. by Joni Mitchell â&#x201A;Ź11968 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING All Rights Reserved

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\itjh1 in the City Light up, light up, Light up your lazy blue eyes. Moon's up, night's up, Taking the town by surprise. Night time, night time; Day left an hour ago. City light time, Must you get ready so slow? There are places to come from And places to go. Night in the city Looks pretty to me, Night in the city looks fine. Music comes spilling out Into the street, Colors go flashing in time. Take off, take off, Take off your stay-at-home shoes. Break off, shake off, Chase off those stay-at-home blues. Stairway, stairway Down to the crowds in the street. They go their way, Looking for faces to greet, While we go on laughing With no one to meet. Night in the city Looks pretty to me, Night in the city looks fine. Music comes spilling out Into the street, Colors go flashing in time. by Joni Mitchell 101966 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Resented

The Pirate orrenance The pirate anchored on a Wednesday And why he carn^^^yort I wonder. To see a Iadv.si/jmv friends say. She dancef^ffrthasailors in a smoky ret far un/emfound, Dot邃｢ in a cellamu^fnarbor town. fbve was treasure I reap the fullest bounty. ily comes to port for pleasure, \ whence winds of morning blew the curtc/ns in, she woke and found he'd g07

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I saw\his^ils unfurling Thursday dawn The pirate, he will sinjf^pu with a kiss, he'll steal your heart a, He'll leave you drowning in the flotsam of a broken promise in the bay. He came again to see her; yes, I think they told me it was Saturday. I was at sea then; I didn't see them. I don't believe what you are saying. It isn't true; I hardly knew him. Is this some game that you are playing? Go ask the dancer; She's the one who saw him last, the one who drew him here. He hasn't come to me since spring last year. There was a time when he would bring me silks and sandalwood and Persian lace And he would hold me close and tell me sailing stories by the fireplace. I was at sea, I tell you; I was nowhere near the mentioned murder place. Go ask the dancer; she knows the answer, She knows the answer, she knows the answer. by Joni Mitchell C/968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

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Si.soion'lM>ll Lane Sisotowbell Lane. Noah is fixing the pump in the rain. He brings us no shame. We always knew that he always knew. Up over the hill Jovial neighbors come down when they will. With stories to tell. Sometimes they do, yes, sometimes we do. We have a rocking chair. Each of us rocks his share, Eating muffin buns and berries By the steamy kitchen window. Sometimes we do; our tongues turn blue. Sisotowbell Lane. Anywhere else now would seem very strange. The season's are changing ev'ry day in ev'ry way. Sometimes it is spring; Sometimes it is not anything. A poet can sing Sometimes we try, yes, we always try. We have a rocking chair. Somedays we rock and stare At the woodlands and the grasslands And the badlands 'cross the river. Sometimes we do; we like the view. Sisotowbell Lane. Go to the city, you'll come back again To wade thru the grain. You always do, yes, we always do. Come back to the stars, Sweet well water and pickleing jars. We'll lend you the car. We always do, yes, sometimes we do. We have a rocking chair. Someone is always there, Rocking rhythms while they're waiting With the candle in the window. Sometimes we do, we wait for you. by Joni Mitchell Q19S8 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

Song to a Seagull

Fly, silly seabirds; no dreams can possess you; No voices can blame you for sun on your wings. My gentle relations have names they must call me For loving the freedom of all flying things. My dreams with seagulls fly out of reach, out of cry. I came to the city and lived like old Crusoe on an island of noise in a cobblestone sea And the beaches were concrete and the stars paid the light bill And the blossoms hung false on their store window trees. My dreams with the seagulls fly out of reach, out of cry. Out of the city and down to the seaside To sun on my shoulders and wind in my hair, But sand castles crumble and hunger is human And humans are hungry for worlds they can't share. My dreams with the seagulls fly out of reach, out of cry. I call to a seagull who dives to the waters and catches his silver fine dinner alone, Crying, "Where are the footprints that danced on the beaches And hand that cast wishes that sunk like a stone?" My dreams with the seagulls fly out of reach, out of cry. by Joni Mitchell O/966 SIQUO1UB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

Both Sides \<nr Bows and flows of angel hair, And ice-cream castles in the air, And feather canyons ev'rywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, They rain and snow on ev'ryone. So many things I would have done, But clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall; I really don't know clouds At all. Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, The dizzy dancing way you feel As ev'ry fairy tale comes real, I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show, You leave 'em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, Don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now, From give and take and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall; I really don't know love A tall.

Chelsea Morning Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning

Tears and fears and feeling proud, To say "I love you" right out loud, Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, They shake their heads, they say I've changed. But something's lost but something's gained, In living ev'ry day. I've looked at life from both sides now, From win and lose and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall; I really don't know life At all. by Joni Mitchell

And the first thing that I heard Was the song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words. It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums. Oh, won't you stay? We'll put on the day And we'll wear it till the night comes. Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning. And the first thing that I saw Was the sun thru yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall, Red, green and gold to welcome you, Crimson crystal beads to beckon. Oh, won't you stay? We'll put on the day. There's a sun show ev'ry second. Now the curtain opens On a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers by And pigeons fly And paper's lie, Waiting to blow away. Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning And the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges, too. And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses. Oh, won't you stay? We'll put on the day. And we'll talk in present tenses. When the curtain closes And the rainbow runs away, I will bring you incense owls at night By candle light, By jewel light If only you will stay. Pretty baby won't you, Woke up, it is a Chelsea morning. by Joni Mitchell

The Fiddle and the Drum And so once again, My dear, Johnny, my dear friend, And so, once again, You are fighting us all. And when I ask you why, You raise your sticks and cry, And I fall. Oh, my friend, how did you come To trade the fiddle JOT the drum? You say I have turned. Like the enemies you've earned. But, I can remember All the good things you are. And so I ask you why? Can I help you find the peace and the star? Oh, my friend. What time is this To trade the handshake for the fist? And so once again, 0 America my friend, And so, once again, You are fighting us all. And when we ask you why, You raise your sticks and cry, And we fall. Oh, my friend, how did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum? You say we have turned. Like the enemies you've earned But, we can remember All the good things you are. And so we ask you, please, Can we help you find the peace and the star? Oh, my friend. We have all come To fear the beating of your drum. by Joni Mitchell Q1969 StQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Right! Reserved

When I first saw your galle, I liked the ones oj ladies/ Then you began to hang up me )'ou studied to portray me In ice and greens And old blue jeans And naked in the roses Then you got into funny scenes That all your work discloses. "Lady, don't love me now, I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart" that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you I see that now it's Josephine Who cannot be without you I keep your house in fit repair I dust the portraits daily Your mail comes here from everywhere The writing looks like ladies'. "Lady, please love me now, I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart" that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" I gave you all my pretty year Then we began to weather And I was left to winter here While you went west for pleasure And now you're flying back this way Like some lost homing pigeon They've monitored your brain, you say And changed you with religion. "Lady, please love me now, I was dead I am no saint, turn down your bed Lady, have you no heart" that's what you said Well, I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you. When I first saw your gallery I liked the ones of ladies But now their faces follow me And all their eyes look shady. by Joni Mitchell

Funny day, looking for laughter And finding it there Sunny day, braiding wild flowers And leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote "I love you" in my finest hand Wanted to send it, But I don't know where I stand. Telephone, even the sound Of your voice is still new All alone in California And talking to you And feeling too foolish To say the words that I had planned I guess it's too early, 'Cause I don't know where I stand. Crickets call, courting their ladies In star-dappled green Thickets tall, until the morning Comes up like a dream All m uted and misty, so drowsy now I'll take what sleep I can I know that I miss you, But I don't know where I stand I know that I miss you, But I don't know where I stand. by Joni Mitchell

Daylight falls upon the path, The forest falls behind Today I am not prey To dark uncertainty The shadow trembles In its wrath, I've robbed its blackness blind And tasted sunlight As my fear cam c clear to me I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand. Now the way leads to the hills, Above the steeple's chime Below me sleepy rooftops Round the harbor It's there I'll take my thirsty fill Of friendship over wine Forgetting fear But never disregarding her. Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand. Sometimes voices in the night Will call me back again 'ack along the pahway Of a troubled mind When forests rise To block the light That keeps a traveler sane I'll challenge them With flashes from a brighter time. Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand. by Joni Mitchell

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I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of roses blue I think of Rose, My heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to. She's gotten to mysterious devotions She's gotten to the zodiac and zen She's gotten into tarot cards and potions She's laying her religion on her friends On her friends, on her friends. Friends who come to ask her For their future Friends who come to find They can't be friends Because of signs and seasons That don't suit her She'll prophesy your death, She won't say when Won't say when, won't say when When all the black cards come You cannot barter No, when all your stars are stacked You cannot win She'll shake her head And treat you like a martyr It is her blackest spell she puts you in Puts you in, puts you in. In sorrow she can lure you Where she wants you Inside your own self-pity There you swim In sinking down to drown Her voice still haunts you And only with your laughter can you win Can you win, can you win. You win the lasting laurels With your laughter It reaches like an arm Before you sink To win the solitary truth You're after You dare not ask the priestess how to think How to think, how to think. I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, My heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to. by Joni Mitchell e/968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Right! Reserved

Songs to Aging Children Come Through the windless ells of wonder By the throbbing light machine In a tea leaf trance or under Orders from the king and queen. Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one People hurry by so quickly Don't they hear the melodies In the chiming and the clicking And the laughing harmonies Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Some come dark and strange Like dying crows and ravens whistling Lines of weeping, strings or crying So much said in listening Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one. Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy Dying roses will they will their Perfumed rhapsodies to me Songs to aging children come This is one by Joni Mitchell 91967 SIQUOHB PUBLISHING CORP. All Right* Reserved

That Song About the Midway I met you on a midway At a fair last year And you stood out like a ruby In a black man's ear You were playing on the horses, You were playing on the guitar strings You were playing like a devil Wearing wings, wearing wings. You looked so grand wearing wings Do you tape them to your shoulders Just to sing Can you fly I heard you can ! Can you fly Like an eagle doin' your hunting From the sky. I followed with the sideshows To another town And I found you in a trailer On the camping grounds. You were betting on some lover, You were shaking up the dice And I thought I saw you cheating Once or twice, once or twice I heard your bid once or twice Were you wondering was the gamble Worth the price Pack it in. I heard you did; Pack it in Was it hard to fold a hand You knew could win. So lately you've been hiding It was somewhere in the news And I'm still at these races With my ticket stubs and my blues And a voice calls out the numbers, And it sometimes mentions mine And I feel like I've been Working overtime, overtime. I've lost my fire overtime Always playin' one more hand For one more dime Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down And I envy you the valley That you've found 'Cause I'm midway down the midway Slowin' down, down, down, down. by Joni Mitchell

Varnished weeds in window jars Tarnished beads on tapestries Kept in satin boxes are Reflections of love's memories. Letters from across the seas Roses dipped in sealing wax Valentines and maple leaves Tucked into a paperback. Guess I'll throw them all away Found someone to love today. Dark with darker moods is he Not a golden Prince who's come Through columbines and wizardry To talk of castles in the sun. Still I'll take a chance and see I found someone to love today. There's a sorrow in his eyes Like the angel made of tin What will happen if I try To place another heart in him In a Bleeker Street cafe I found someone to love today I found someone to love today, by Joni Mitchell

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Caught a Fearful when And tearful at the And the seasons, th nd the paifflMy fes go up an We're captive off Wcarousel of t\ We can't return, we can only look be From where we came and go Round and round in the circle gam Then the child moved ten times ro the seasons, Skated over ten clear frozen streams. Words like, when you're older, must appease him, And promises of someday make his dreams. And the seasons, they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down, 're captive on the carousel of time, can't return, we can only look behind •om where we came and go und and round in the circle 'een springs and sixteen s one now, •wheels turn to car wheels t/A the on. :y tel ! be long ^our feet I slow the circles le seasoni they go round o, t4nd We'r. Wee,

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SOL I is / Thougfi lost some gran* kg true, There'll treams, maybe better dream! And pie, • the last revolving year is thro. And the s ey go round and round And the ynies go up and down. We're ca : carousel of time. We can't _ an only look behind From wh [we came and go Round an •. circle game, And go ro find roiltiand round, in thf circle game, by Joni Mitchell 01966 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

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n on a nosy corner, Waitin' for the walking green, 'cross the street he stood, And he played real good on his clarinet for free. Now me, I play for fortunes, and those velvet curtain calls. I Got a black limousine and two white men < Escortin' me to the halls. I play if you have money, or if you're a friend to me, But the one man band by the quick-lunch stand He was playin' real good for free. Nobody stopped to hear him, tho' he played so sweet and high. They knew he had never been on T. V. So they passed his music by. I meant to go over and ask for a song, maybe put on a harmony, I heard his refrain as the signal changed, He was playin' real good for free. by Joni Mitchell

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She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widows' weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree And her coat's a second hand one Trimmed in antique luxury She is a lady of the canyon. Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies 'round her feet And all are fat and none are thin None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying, you are welcome back She is another canyon lady. Estrella circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halls and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon. Trina takes her paints and her threads And she weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And she gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Estrella, dear companion Colors up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyonColoring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon. by Joni Mitchell

The merchants roll their awnings down The milktrucks make their morning rounds In morning, Morgantown We'll rise up early with the sun To ride the bus while everyone is yawning And the day is young In morning, Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same We'll find a table in the shade And sip our tea and lemonade And watch the morning on parade In morning, Morgantown Ladies in their rainbow fashions Colored stop and go lights flashing We'll wink at total strangers passing in Morning, Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same I'd like to buy you everything A wooden bird with painted wings A window full of colored rings In morning, Morgantown. But the only thing I have to give To make you smile, to win you with Are all the mornings still to live In morning, Morgantown. by Joni Mitchell

his father's tie, And his eyes looked into my eyes so far Whenever the words ran dry. Behind the lash and the circles blue, He looked as only a priest can thru And his eyes said, "Me" and his eyes said, "You'.' And my eyes said, "Let us try'.' He said, "You wouldn't like it here; It's no place you should share. The roof is ripped with hurricanes, the room is always bare" I need the wind and I seek the cold. He reached past the wine for my hand to hold And he saw me young and he saw me ola And he saw me sitting there. So he took his contradictions out and he splashed them on my brow. So which words was I then to doubt when choosing what to vow? Should I choose them all, should I make them mine, The sermons, the hymns and the Valentines? And he asked for truth and he asked for time And he asked for only now. Oh, now the trials are trumpet scored; oh, will we pass the test? Or just as one loves more and more Will one love less and less ? Oh, come, let's run from the ring we're in, Where the Christians clap and the Germans grin, Shouting, "Let them lose!" Saying "Let them win!" Crying "Make them both confess !" A priest at the airport bar, wearing his father's tie. by Joni Mitchell

Morning Morgantown Ladies of the Canyon When morning comes to Morgantown Trina wears her wampum beads

Willie Rainy Night House It was a rainy night We took a taxi to your mothers' home She went to Florida and left you With your father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be. I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man On the F. M. radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be. You called me beautiful You called your motherâ&#x20AC;&#x201D;she was very tanned So you packed your tent and went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be. by Joni Mitchell O/970 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

Willie is my child, he is my father I would be his lady all my life He says he'd love to live with me But for an ancient injury That has not healed He said I feel once again Like I gave my heart too soon He's stood looking thru the lace At the face on the conquered moon And counting all the cars going up the hill And the stars on my window sill There are still more reasons why I love him. Willie is my joy, he is my sorrow Now he wants to run away and hide He says our love cannot be real He cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells But you know it's hard to tell When you're in the spell If it's wrong or if it's real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel And I feel like I'm just being born Like a shiny light breaking in a storm There are so many reasons why I love him. by Joni Mitchell ÂŠ)969 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING COUP. All Rights Reserved

/ came upon a child of God; he was walking along the road And I asked him "Where are you going?" This he told me: "I'm going on down to Yasgur's Farm, Gonna join in a rock and roll band. I'm gonna camp out on the land and try 'n' get my soul free" r£star-dust, we are golden i

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That Song About the Midway Words and Music by JONI MITCHELL Moderate

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Blue Boy Words and Music by JONI MITCHELL Medium Folk Beat

1. La - dy called the blue 2. Some -times in the eve 3. Bring her boots of leath -

Madehim-self an i Roll her in his arms Shy - ly, from a feath

dol, And er

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yes, give fan

love, He She

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veiled To place her flow ers ing With-out him and go to the win - dow night To find her a -gain

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grace, pane,_ more

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for love her gar dy stat -

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You could have been

than a

name on the door—

On the thir-ty-third floor.

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in the air..

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swim-mingpool

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keep-er of the cards,

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who

you

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it gets

hard.

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keys,.

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Ladies of the Canyon Words and Music by JONI MITCHELL Moderatelv

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JJ'U'U'U

2. Annie sits you down to eat. She always makes you welcome in. Cats and babies 'round her feet, And all are fat and none are thin. None are thin and all are fat: She may bake some brownies today. Saying you are welcome back. She is another canyon lady. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo, La-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.

3. Estrella, circus girl, Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls. Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls. Empty halls and bevelled mirrors, Sailing seas and climbing banyans. Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo, Doo-doo doo doo doo doo doo-doo-doo.

4. Trina takes her paints and her threads And weaves a pattern all her own. Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And gathers flowers for her home. For her home she gathers flowers, And Estrella, dear companion, Colors up the sunshine hours, Pouring music down the canyon. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo, La-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la. Coloring the sunshine hours, They are the ladies of the canyon.

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Willie Words an'd Music by JONI MITCHELL

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103

The Priest Song Words and Music by JONI MITCHELL Moderately

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106

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113

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rushed a - round lim - ou - sine he had nev -er

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115

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118

The Circle Game Words and Music by JONI MITCHELL Moderately

1. Yes - ter - day a child 2. Then the child moved ten 3. Six - teen springs and six years spin by and now

came— out to won der,. times_round the sea - sons, teen— sum - mers gone now, the—boy is twen - ty,_

Though his

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Caught a drag - on Skat ed o - ver Cart - wheels turn to dreams have lost some

in - side a jar __ fly clear— fro - zen streams. ten car - wheels-thru the town. _ grand - eur— com - ing true,

And they There'll be

119

Fear - ful Words like, tell him, new dreams.

when the sky was full of when you're old - er,must_ ap take your time, it won't_ be may - be bet - ter dreams, and

thun pease long plen

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tear - ful at prom - is - es drag your feet fore the last

the of to re -

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time.

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we can on - ly look—

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