Blackbird Song

I'm pulled down by the groundswell I'm lost deep in this cave I grip tight to the guide rope Still praying I can change Some people swear by folk law But I think we are made of other stuff I dreamed I held the blackbird in my palm Cause to fly, that'

Pack your things, leave somehow Blackbird's song is over now Ooohhh Mouths are dry, River runs Hands are tied, preacher's son Pack your things, leave somehow Blackbird's song is over now Ooohhh Don't be scared I'm still here No more time for crying t