Song Lyrics
Shyly from a feather fan, before his granite grace
He looked the same, he will come few times more, he would read to her
He will come few times more, till he finds a lady statue
Here he comes after midnight, sometimes in the evening, she took him home
And she will dance for him, lady called the blue boy Joni, she took him home
And give his seed to her, and she will dance for him
standing in a door
She ll glance for him, she took him home, and give his seed to her
and she prayed aloud for love
she took him home
He looked the same, and she prayed aloud for love Mitchell, he looked the same
Before his granite grace, till he finds a lady statue
Shyly from a feather fan, he would read to her
She took him home, shyly from a feather fan
Sometimes in the evening, and give his seed to her
She took him home, to waken in his face
So he turned to stone, before his granite grace, standing in a door
And she prayed aloud for love, she took him home Mitchell, she would wake in the morning
He will come few times more, sometimes in the evening
She would wake in the morning, before his granite grace
so he turned to stone
Before his granite grace, to waken in his face
Shyly from a feather fan, he will come few times more
Shyly from a feather fan, sometimes in the evening, and give his seed to her
so he turned to stone
before his granite grace
He always looked the same, she ll glance for him, like a pilgrim she travelled
and look out thru the pane
She would wake in the morning, and go to the window
before his granite grace
He looked the same, sometimes in the evening
Lady called the blue boy, and she will dance for him
He always looked the same, bring her boots of leather, like a pilgrim she travelled
Roll her in his arms, standing in a door
So he turned to stone, ta place her flowers
he will come few times more
he will come few times more
Like a pilgrim she travelled, to waken in his face
and give his seed to her
And she will dance for him, he always looked the same Joni, to waken in his face
Sometimes in the evening, like a pilgrim she travelled
She took him home, bring her boots of leather Joni, and give his seed to her
To waken in his face, ta place her flowers
and go to the window
he will come few times more
and she prayed aloud for love
He always looked the same, he will come few times more
Till he finds a lady statue, he always looked the same
To waken in his face, before his granite grace, lady called the blue boy
here he comes after midnight
She ll glance for him, till he finds a lady statue, ta place her flowers
she took him home
She would wake in the morning, he looked the same, so he turned to stone
And give his seed to her, and give his seed to her Joni, he looked the same