Black Crow


There’s a crow flying Black and ragged ~ Tree to tree ~ He’s black as the highway that’s leading me ~ Now he’s diving down ~ To pick up on something shiny ~ I feel like that black crow ~ Flying ~ In a blue sky ~ I took a ferry to the highway ~ Then I drove to a pontoon plane ~ I took a plane to a taxi ~ And a taxi to a train ~ I’ve been traveling so long ~ How’m I ever going to know my home ~ When I see it again ~ I’m like a black crow flying ~ In a blue blue sky.
by JONI MITCHELL

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