The Sire of Sorrow (Job’s Sad Song) Joni Mitchell

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[Verse 1]
Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh
Do you have eyes, can you see like mankind sees?
Why have you soured and curdled me?

[Refrain]
Oh you tireless watcher
What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread
And everything I fear
Come true?

[Verse 2]
Once I was blessed
I was awaited like the rain
Like eyes for the blind
Like feet for the lame
Kings heard my words
And they sought out my company
But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me

[Refrain]
Oh you tireless watcher
What have I done to you?
That you make everything I dread
And everything I fear
Come true?