I met someone and asked Where are you going? Something special?
There's a large field over there
where I will sing
to free my soul
People are golden, star
dust in the large, large field
- finally back in the garden Oh, can I come with you?
Out of the smog!
We just spin around
in mists without a view
but very perhaps
something changes
in time, or in me
The army no longer throws bombs
but food and drinks
on all the hungry people
without money, devilish money
- finally back in the garden
Poem 4664 Amsterdam, 2022-09-12 Woodstock (Joni Mitchell) Song (album "Ladies of the Canyon") Collection:The drama Keyword:Peace: wish Tribute to:Mitchell, Joni