Flying a Kite Joanna Newsom

Dear charming kite
Do lightly bite
The foggy fields, the lowing lanes
The rickety roads and the kneeling plains
Oh lazy light
With massive might

You dare my dream of snowy cloth
Felt snapping white as albatross
Is bitten by the wind and rocks
Is hushed into the clary moss
Is ushered here to count his loss
My kite, pale cotton, willow crossed

You take my tattered fist
It's like a catalyst
It's like a roiling, writhing wall of "Has it come to this?"

If this is medicine, woah-oh
It tastes like medicine
Just help me get it in

Flying a kite
Flying a
Kite flying a kite
Flying a kite
Flying a kite
Flying a kite
Flying a kite
Flying
Flying a kite
Oh-woah-oh