מילים לשיר The Gallery – Joni Mitchell

When I first saw your gallery
Then you began to hang up me
You studied to portray me
In ice and greens
I liked the ones of ladies
And old blue jeans
Then you got into funny scenes
And naked in the roses That all your work discloses
"Lady, don't love me now I am dead
I have no heart," that's what you said
I am a saint, turn down your bed
You said, "I can be cruel
But let me be gentle with you" I found a page about you
Somewhere in a magazine
I see that now it's Josephine
I keep your house in fit repair
Who cannot be without you
I dust the portraits daily
Your mail comes here from everywhere
The writing looks like ladies' I am a saint, turn down your bed
"Lady, please love me now, I am dead
I have no heart," that's what you said
You said, "I can be cruel
But let me be gentle with you" I gave you all my pretty years
And I was left to winter here
Then we began to weather
While you went west for pleasure
And now you're flying bock this way
Like some lost homing pigeon
They've monitored your brain, you say And changed you with religion
I am no saint, turn down your bed
Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said
"Lady, please love me now I was dead
Well, I can be cruel
But let me be gentle with you When I first saw your gallery
But now their faces follow me
I liked the ones of ladies
And all their eyes look shady.