Joe Henry Odetta lyrics

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 and 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

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