Besedila: Joni Mitchell. For The Roses. Let The Wind Carry Me.

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

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"

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 wanna settle
And raise a child up with somebody
I get that strong longing and I wanna 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