Blue Boy
Lady called the blue boy "love",
She took him home
Made himself an idol, yes,
So he turned to stone
Like a pilgrim she travelled
To place her flowers
Before his granite grace.
And she prayed aloud for love
To waken in his face,
In his face.
Sometimes in the evening
He would read to her,
Roll her in his arms
And give his seed to her.
She would wake in the morning
Without him
And go to the window
And look out through the pane.
But the statue in her garden
He always looked the same,
He looked the same.
Bring her boots of leather,
And she will dance for him.
Shyly from a feather fan
She'll glance for him.
Here he comes after midnight
To find her again.
He will come few times more,
'Til he finds a lady statue
Standing in her door
In her door.
Joni Mitchell
She took him home
Made himself an idol, yes,
So he turned to stone
Like a pilgrim she travelled
To place her flowers
Before his granite grace.
And she prayed aloud for love
To waken in his face,
In his face.
Sometimes in the evening
He would read to her,
Roll her in his arms
And give his seed to her.
She would wake in the morning
Without him
And go to the window
And look out through the pane.
But the statue in her garden
He always looked the same,
He looked the same.
Bring her boots of leather,
And she will dance for him.
Shyly from a feather fan
She'll glance for him.
Here he comes after midnight
To find her again.
He will come few times more,
'Til he finds a lady statue
Standing in her door
In her door.
Joni Mitchell