Joni Mitchell Michael From Mountains
Michael wakes you up with sweets He takes you up streets and the rain comes down Sidewalk markets locked up tight And umbrellas bright on a grey background There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns That run down the drain In colored arrangements That Michael will change with a stick that he found (CHORUS) Michael from mountains Go where you will go to Know that I will know you Someday I may know you very well Michael brings you to a park He sings and its dark when the clouds come by Yellow slickers up on swings Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky They'll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens Their mothers will scold But Michael will hold you To keep away cold till the sidewalks are dry- (CHORUS) Michael leads you up the stairs He needs you to care and you know you do Cats come crying to the key And dry you will be in a towel or two There's rain in the window There's sun in the painting that smiles on the wall You want to know all But his mountains have called so you never do- (CHORUS) © 1968 Siquomb Publishing Co. (BMI)
