Текст песни Let the Wind Carry Me - Joni Mitchell

Ooh, Papa's faith is people
Mama, she believes in cleaning
Papa's faith is in people
Mama, she's always cleaning
Papa brought home the sugar
Mama taught me the deeper meaning

And she don't like my kick pleat skirt
She don't like my eyelids painted green
She don't like me staying up late in my high-heeled shoes
Living for that rock 'n' roll dancing scene
Papa says, "Leave the girl alone, Mother
She's looking like a movie queen"

(Pa-dah)
(Ah-hey-yah)
(Pa-dah)

(Pa-dah)
Mama thinks she spoilt me
Papa knows somehow he set me free
Mama thinks she spoilt me rotten
She blames herself but Papa, he blesses me
It's a rough road to travel
Mama, let go now, it's always called for me

Sometimes I get that feeling
And I want to settle and raise a child up with somebody
I get that strong longing
And I want to settle and raise a child up with somebody
But it passes like the summer
I'm a wild seed again, let the wind carry me