Rhiannon Giddens

Wrote 'I'm on my way' for Rhiannon Giddens


I’m watching from my window
the curtain coming down
A blue as black as warning,
a silence like a sound
That rattles at the cages
 that hold my heart and mind
That call my name to wonder,
just what I hope to find
That bird so high above the fray,
what should he mean to me
His crooked song gone crazy
in the swaying arms of trees
That wave to me like the hungry
waiting for the tide
My tipping boat still hoping
I might reach the other side
I don’t know where I’m going
But I’m on my way
Lord if you love me
Keep me I pray
A little bird is stretching
out to the shimmering, shaking blue
Don’t know where I’m going
But I know what to do
I don’t know the hour that finds me in this room
Dust around my feet and still no sugar in my spoon
But I’ve only got the taste for something sweet as time
Not bottled on the table but still hanging on the vine
I don’t know where I’m going
But I’m on my way
Lord if you love me Keep me I pray
A little bird is stretching out to the shimmering, shaking blue
Don’t know where I’m going
But I know what to do
Don’t know where I’m going
But I know what to do