Lyrics Odetta - Amy Helm

Whose chickens are those in my yard?
They pick at every shiny thing
Stitching down this earth
So cold and hard
Low and tight across my wings

And when they′re calling over me
Their unholy, fitful song
Odetta, Odetta
Please carry me along

My bones they rumble
And time will shift
On every plan I have laid
Clouds will crack and spill
Decent and lift
Sharpen this light into a blade

And split the limb beneath me
That holds me off the ground
Odetta, Odetta
Please come and take me down
Odetta, Odetta
Please come and take me down

Nothing is now as it appears
And there is no law speaks to that
Just an ocean's roar
Between my ears
And down here deep inside my hat

Where broken ships
Still drift and pine
For some new world reverie
Odetta, Odetta
Please come discover me

Odetta, Odetta
Please come discover me

Odetta, Odetta
Odetta, Odetta