מילים לשיר Roses Blue – Joni Mitchell

I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to
She's gotten to the zodiac and Zen
She's gotten into tarot cards and potions
She's gotten to mysterious devotions
On her friends, on her friends
She's laying her religion on her friends Friends who come to ask her for their future
Friends who come to find they can't be friends She'll prophesy your death, she won't say when
Because of signs and seasons that don't suit her
No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win
Won't say when, won't say when
She'll shake her head and treat you like a martyr
When all the black cards come you cannot barter
It is her blackest spell she puts you in
Puts you in, puts you in In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you
And only with your laughter can you win
Inside your own selfIn sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you
Can you win, can you win You win the lasting laurels with your laughter
It reaches like an arm before you sink
To win the solitary truth you're after
How to think, how to think
You dare not ask the priestess how to think
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble
Gotten to, gotten toTo see the place she's lately gotten to.