joni mitchell
songs to aging children come
Through the windless wells of wonder By the throbbing light machine In a tea leaf trance or under Orders from the king and queen  Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one  People hurry by so quickly Don't they hear the melodies In the chiming and the clicking And the laughing harmonies  Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one  Some come dark and strange like dying Crows and ravens whistling Lines of weeping, strings of crying So much said in listening  Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one  Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy Dying roses will they will their Perfumed rhapsodies to me  Songs to aging children come This is one