Odetta - Joe Henry

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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