Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nathan La Franeer, artist - Joni Mitchell. Date of issue: 29.02.1968
Record label: 2019 Revolver
Song language: English
Nathan La Franeer |
| I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane |
| And though we shared a common space I know I’ll never meet again |
| The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror |
| I read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La Franeer |
| I asked him would he hurry |
| But we crawled the canyons slowly |
| Thru the buyers and the sellers |
| Thru the burglar bells and the wishing wells |
| With gangs and girly shows |
| The ghostly garden grows |
| The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day |
| I looked thru window-glass at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey |
| I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons |
| The city grated thru chrome-plate |
| The clock struck slowly half-past-noon |
| Thru the tunnel tiled and turning |
| Into daylight once again I am escaping |
| Once again goodbye |
| To symphonies and dirty trees |
| With parks and plastic clothes |
| The ghostly garden grows |
| He asked me for a dollar more |
| He cursed me to my face |
| He hated everyone who paid to ride |
| And share his common space |
| I picked my bags up from the curb |
| And stumbled to the door |
| Another man reached out his hand |
| Another hand reached out for more |
| And I filled it full of silver |
| And I left the fingers counting |
| And the sky goes on forever |
| Without meter maids and peace parades |
| You feed it all your woes |
| The ghostly garden grows |
| 1968 Siquomb Publishing Co. (BMI) |