Blue Boy

Blue Boy - Joni Mitchell (琼尼·米契儿)

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

Ta place her flowers

Before his granite grace

And she prayed aloud for love

To waken in his face

In his face oh

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 thru the pane

But the statue in her garden

He always looked the same

He looked the same ah

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

Till he finds a lady statue

Standing in a door

In her door oh