Whose chickens are those in my yard? They pick at every shiny thing Stitching down this earth So cold and hard Low and tight across my wings
And when they're calling over me Their unholy, fitful song Odetta, Odetta Please carry me along
My bones they rumble And time will shift On every plan I have laid Clouds will crack and spill Decent and lift Sharpen this light into a blade
And split the limb beneath me That holds me off the ground Odetta, Odetta Please come and take me down
Nothing is now as it appears And there is no law speaks to that Just an ocean's roar Between my ears And down here deep inside my hat
Where broken ships Still drift and pine For some new world reverie Odetta, Odetta Please come discover meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
