Michael Fromdrim Mountains - Joni Mitchell

    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

    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-


    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-


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