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Mehitabel's Blues (Holland Jolie)

Feeling my blues, I tear myself away He will never have to hear what I had to say My little words are lost in the wind With no where to go and I am just like them There's a voice in the alley in the cold bare arms of a tree When the moon sails high, a ghost ship in a dark and lonely sea Mockingbird, your song burns right through me I know why you singing, all the day and every night Like that little mockingbird, high up in the pine All I do is worry, all I do is cry We're lost in the shadows of a beautiful spring Empty-handed lovers and all we do is sing