Poor Sad Baby — текст песни (Joni Mitchell)

Goodbye. Im bound away

On the morning plane.

Ill fly around the world,

Then Ill fly around again.

And when Ive been from egypt

To the snows of nome,

Poor sad baby, thats when

Ill be coming home.

Rose gardens in the rain

And castles in the snow,

Post cards from distant places

Are poor company I know,

But when old gay paree

Is just another town,

Poor sad baby, ill

Come home and settle down.

When Ive felt the friendship

Of a thousand hands,

When Im drunk with the music

From a thousand bands,

A thousand bands,

Ill dance the streets by moonlight

And the fields by day.

Perchance my jeans wont jingle

But the memry coins will stay.

Ill be a pauper queen,

A poorhouse millionaire.

Poor sad baby, ill

Bring you home a dream to share