Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clear
On a mornin' such as this
And all those useless pains & fears

Those things that I won't miss

And the Morning Glories and Queen Anne's lace

Baptized by the wind
These inspirations are my saving grace
In these times we're living in


Make a hard man humble
Make a proud woman hide

Her eyes from the light of day
When all the crops have withered and died
And the soil has blown away

The ground is so dry
The river's on its hands and knees
And I hear that tune in the breeze

The crow is callin' and I hear him well
Up in the red bud tree
Any the stories that you've lived to tell

Pass 'em down to me

Whisper the truth

Into your childrens ears
Let them know
Let them understand

Let them hear
The song of the blackbird is mighty loud
Through the evening mist

The moon is up and it looks so proud
Lookin' down on a night, on a night like this