Joe Henry - Odetta lyrics

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 Nothing is now as it appears And there is no law speaks to that, Just and 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