Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clearnOn a mornin' such as thisnAnd all those useless pains & fearsnThose things that I won't missnnAnd the Morning Glories and Queen Anne's lacenBaptized by the windnThese inspirations are my saving gracenIn these times we're living innnMake a hard man humblenMake a proud woman hidenHer eyes from the light of daynWhen all the crops have withered and diednAnd the soil has blown awaynThe ground is so drynThe river's on its hands and kneesnAnd I hear that tune in the breezenThe crow is callin' and I hear him wellnUp in the red bud treenAny the stories that you've lived to tellnPass 'em down to mennWhisper the truthnInto your childrens earsnLet them knownLet them understandnLet them hearnThe song of the blackbird is mighty loudnThrough the evening mistnThe moon is up and it looks so proudnLookin' down on a night, on a night like this