Let the Wind Carry Me - Joni Mitchell

Papas faith is people

Mama she believes in cleaning

Papas faith is in people

Mama shes always cleaning

Papa brought home the sugar

Mama taught me the deeper meaning

She dont like my kick pleat skirt

She dont like my eyelids painted green

She dont like me staying up late

In my high-heeled shoes

Living for that rocknroll dancing scene

Papa says «leave the girl alone, mother

Shes looking like a movie queen»

Mama thinks she spoilt me Papa knows somehow he set me free

Mama thinks she spoilt me rotten

She blames herself

But papa he blesses me Its a rough road to travel

Mama let go now

Its always called for me Sometimes I get that feeling

And I want to settle

And raise a child up with somebody

I get that strong longing

And I want to settle

And raise a child up with somebody

But it passes like the summer

Im a wild seed again

Let the wind carry me