Joni Mitchell songbook complete volume number 1 1966-1970

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Imti Mitchell Songbook nmplete volume number I (1966-1970)

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Joid Mitchell Songbooh Complete volume number 1 (1966-197O)

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Sony to a Seagull Cactus Tree The Daumtreader I Had a King Mareie Michael front Mountains Nathan La Franeer Wight in the Citg The Pirate of Penance Sisotowbell Lane Song to a Seagull

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Clouds Both Sides Now Chelsea Morning The Fiddle and the Drum The Gallery I Don't Know Where I Stand I Think I Understand Roses Blue Songs to Aging Children Come That Song About the Midway Tin Angel

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tidies olthe Canyon The Arrangement 92 BigYellowTuxi / 115 BlueBog vj 9O The Circle Game 118 He Comes for Conversation SO He Played Real Good for free 112 Ladies of the Canyon 97 Morning Morgantoum 1O9 The Priest Song 1O3 ttaing Night House 86 Willie 1OO Woodstock 1O6

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Cactus There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she's so busy being free There's a man who climbed a mountain And he's calling out her name And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles He calls again He can think hej^h^feJbeside ffe can mis^her just the same He has missed her in the forest While he showed her all the flowers And the branches sang the chorus As he climbed the scaley towers Of a forest tree While she was somewhere being free There's a man who's sent a letter And he's waiting for reply He has asked her of her travels Since the day they said goodbye He writes " Wish you were beside me We can make it if we try" He has seen her at the office With her name on all his papers Thru the sharing of the profits He will find it hard to shake her From his memory And she's so busy being free There's a lady in the city And she thinks she loves them all There's the one who's thinking of her There's the one who sometimes calls There's the one who writes her letters With his facts and figures scrawl She has brought them to her senses They have laughed inside her laughter Now she rallies her defences For she fears that one will ask her For eternity And she's so busy being free There's a man who sends her medals He is bleeding from the war There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store There's a drummer and a dreamer And you know there may be more She will love them when she sees them They will lose her if they follow And she only means to please them And her heart is full and hollow Like a cactus tree While she's so busy being free. by Joni Mitchell ©1968 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP.

II hadHatNt King a king ^ In a tenement castl Lately he's taken To painting the pastel avails brown He's taken the curtains He's swept with The broom of contempt And the rooms Have an empty ring; He's cleaned with the tears Of an actor who fears For the laughter's sting. I can't go back there anymore. You know my keys won't Fit the door; JTimrtiinili iwy Don't fit the man. They never can, They never can. I had a king Dressed in drip-dry paisley. Lately he's taken to saying I'm crazy and blind. He lives in another time. Ladies in gingham Still blush when sings them Of wars But I, in my leather and lace, I can never Become that kind. I can't go back there anymore. You know my keys won't Fit the door; You know my thoughts Don't fit the man. They never can, They never can. I had a king In a salt-rusted carriage Who carried me off To his country for marriage Too soon. Beware of the pow'r of moons. There's no one to blame, No, there's no one to name As a traitor here. The queen's in the groove And the king's on the road Till the end of the year.

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answer for. The roll of the harbor wake, The songs that the rigging makes; The taste of the spray he takes and he learns to give. He aches and he learns to live; He stakes all his silver on a promise to be free. Mermaids live in colonies; All his seadreams come to me. City satins left at home; I will not need them. I believe him when he tells of loving me. Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you. "Leave behind your streets" he said, And come to me. Come down from the neon lights; Come down from the tourist sights; Run down till the rain delights you; you do not hide. Sunlight will renew your pride" Skin white by skin golden, Like a promise to be free; Dolphins playing in the sea; All his seadreams come to me.

I can't go back there anymore. You know my keys won't Fit the door; You know my thoughts Don't fit the man. They never can, They never can. They never can, They never can. by Joni Mitchell

Seabird, I have seen you fly above the pilings. I am smiling at your circles in the air. I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping. Fold your fleet wings; I have brought some dreams to share: A dream that you love someone; A dream that the wars are done; A dream that you tell no one but the gray sea. They'll say that you're crazy And dream of a baby. Like a promise to be free; Children laughing out to sea; All his seadreams come to me. by Joni Mitchell

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Marcie in a coat of flowers Steps inside a candy store. Reds are sweet and greens are sour; Still no letter at her door. So she'll tvash her flower curtains, Hang them in the wind to dry, Dust her tables with his shirt And wave another day goodbye. Marcie's faucet needs a plumber, Marcie''s sorrow needs a man. Red is autumn, green is summer. Greens are turning and the sand, All along the ocean beaches Stares up empty at the sky. Marcie buys a bag of peaches. Stops a postman passing by. And summer goes, falls to the sidewalk Like string and brown paper; Winter blows up from the river. There's no one to take her to the sea. Marcie dresses warm; it's snowing, Takes a yellow cab uptown. Red is stop and green's for going. Sees a show and rides back down, Down along the Hudson River, Past the shipyards in the cold. Still no letter's been delivered, Still the winter days unfold. Like magazines fading In dusty grey attics and cellars, Make a dream, dream back to summer And hear how he tells her " Wait for me" Marcie leaves and doesn't tell us Where or why she moved away. "Red is angry, green is jealous" That was all she had to say. Someone thought they saw her Sunday, Window shopping in the rain. Someone heard she bought a one-way ticket And went west again. by Joni Mitchell CI968 S1QUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. Alt Rights Reserved

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 gray 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. Michael from mountains, Go where you will go to. Know that I will know you, Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Michael brings you to a park, He sings and it's 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. Michael from mountains, Go where you will go to. Know that I will know you, Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well.

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 tow I 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. Michael from mountains, Go where you will go to. Know that I will know you, Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. Someday I will know you very well. by Joni Mitchell

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n on a nosy corner, Waitin' for the walking green, 'cross the street he stood, And he played real good on his clarinet for free. Now me, I play for fortunes, and those velvet curtain calls. I Got a black limousine and two white men < Escortin' me to the halls. I play if you have money, or if you're a friend to me, But the one man band by the quick-lunch stand He was playin' real good for free. Nobody stopped to hear him, tho' he played so sweet and high. They knew he had never been on T. V. So they passed his music by. I meant to go over and ask for a song, maybe put on a harmony, I heard his refrain as the signal changed, He was playin' real good for free. by Joni Mitchell

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The Priest Song The priest sat in the airport bar, wearing

She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widows' weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree And her coat's a second hand one Trimmed in antique luxury She is a lady of the canyon. Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies 'round her feet And all are fat and none are thin None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying, you are welcome back She is another canyon lady. Estrella circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halls and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon. Trina takes her paints and her threads And she weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And she gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Estrella, dear companion Colors up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyonColoring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon. by Joni Mitchell

The merchants roll their awnings down The milktrucks make their morning rounds In morning, Morgantown We'll rise up early with the sun To ride the bus while everyone is yawning And the day is young In morning, Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same We'll find a table in the shade And sip our tea and lemonade And watch the morning on parade In morning, Morgantown Ladies in their rainbow fashions Colored stop and go lights flashing We'll wink at total strangers passing in Morning, Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same I'd like to buy you everything A wooden bird with painted wings A window full of colored rings In morning, Morgantown. But the only thing I have to give To make you smile, to win you with Are all the mornings still to live In morning, Morgantown. by Joni Mitchell

his father's tie, And his eyes looked into my eyes so far Whenever the words ran dry. Behind the lash and the circles blue, He looked as only a priest can thru And his eyes said, "Me" and his eyes said, "You'.' And my eyes said, "Let us try'.' He said, "You wouldn't like it here; It's no place you should share. The roof is ripped with hurricanes, the room is always bare" I need the wind and I seek the cold. He reached past the wine for my hand to hold And he saw me young and he saw me ola And he saw me sitting there. So he took his contradictions out and he splashed them on my brow. So which words was I then to doubt when choosing what to vow? Should I choose them all, should I make them mine, The sermons, the hymns and the Valentines? And he asked for truth and he asked for time And he asked for only now. Oh, now the trials are trumpet scored; oh, will we pass the test? Or just as one loves more and more Will one love less and less ? Oh, come, let's run from the ring we're in, Where the Christians clap and the Germans grin, Shouting, "Let them lose!" Saying "Let them win!" Crying "Make them both confess !" A priest at the airport bar, wearing his father's tie. by Joni Mitchell

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Morning Morgantown Ladies of the Canyon When morning comes to Morgantown Trina wears her wampum beads

Willie Rainy Night House It was a rainy night We took a taxi to your mothers' home She went to Florida and left you With your father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be. I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man On the F. M. radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be. You called me beautiful You called your mother—she was very tanned So you packed your tent and went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be. by Joni Mitchell O/970 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

Willie is my child, he is my father I would be his lady all my life He says he'd love to live with me But for an ancient injury That has not healed He said I feel once again Like I gave my heart too soon He's stood looking thru the lace At the face on the conquered moon And counting all the cars going up the hill And the stars on my window sill There are still more reasons why I love him. Willie is my joy, he is my sorrow Now he wants to run away and hide He says our love cannot be real He cannot hear the chapel's pealing silver bells But you know it's hard to tell When you're in the spell If it's wrong or if it's real But you're bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel And I feel like I'm just being born Like a shiny light breaking in a storm There are so many reasons why I love him. by Joni Mitchell ©)969 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING COUP. All Rights Reserved

/ came upon a child of God; he was walking along the road And I asked him "Where are you going?" This he told me: "I'm going on down to Yasgur's Farm, Gonna join in a rock and roll band. I'm gonna camp out on the land and try 'n' get my soul free" r£star-dust, we are golden i

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the garden. Tffen can I walk beside you? f r\ave tfome h^re to lose the smog Arfd I feel to be a cog in somet g jturnint. Maybe if is just the time of ye I maybe it's the time of man. / don't know who I am, but lif —teaming'.' • We are Stardust, we are golden And we gok to get ourselves bac the g irden. By the i ime we got to Woodsto we were half 11 million strong And ev rywhere was song and, celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bombers r, shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation. We are Stardust, billion year old cfirbon Caught in the deviFs bargain And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. by Joni Mitchell ®/969 SIQUOMB PUBLISHING CORP. All Rights Reserved

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Blue Boy Words and Music by JONI MITCHELL Medium Folk Beat

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Like a pil - grim,she tra She would wake in the mornHere he comes af - ter mid -

veiled To place her flow ers ing With-out him and go to the win - dow night To find her a -gain

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Ladies of the Canyon Words and Music by JONI MITCHELL Moderatelv

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2. Annie sits you down to eat. She always makes you welcome in. Cats and babies 'round her feet, And all are fat and none are thin. None are thin and all are fat: She may bake some brownies today. Saying you are welcome back. She is another canyon lady. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo, La-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la.

3. Estrella, circus girl, Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls. Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls. Empty halls and bevelled mirrors, Sailing seas and climbing banyans. Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo, Doo-doo doo doo doo doo doo-doo-doo.

4. Trina takes her paints and her threads And weaves a pattern all her own. Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And gathers flowers for her home. For her home she gathers flowers, And Estrella, dear companion, Colors up the sunshine hours, Pouring music down the canyon. Doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo, La-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la. Coloring the sunshine hours, They are the ladies of the canyon.

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