Joni Mitchell Michael From The Mountains Lyrics

Michael wakes you up so sweet he takes your up streets and rain comes down
Side walk, walk it's not the type and under this bright agree back down
There's oil and it's bottles in taffeta patters
That run down the drive
He call the arrangement that might be cool with that change
Then the stick that he fall

Michael from mountains
Go away to to
No one will know you
Someday I may know you very well

Michael brings me 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 from mountains
Go away to to
No one will know you
Someday I may know you very well

Michael leads you up the stairs
He needs you to care and you know that 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 and that's smiles on the wall
You want to know all
But his mountains have called so you never do

Michael from mountains
Go away to to
No one will know you
Someday I may know you very well