Terry Callier - First Light : Chicago 1969-1971 (2005) by Terry Callier (보컬) on maniadb.com

And for my opening line
I'm not trying to indicate my state of mind.
I turn you on,
I tell you that I'm laughing just to keep from crying
Pretty music when you hear it,
Keep on trying to get near it.
A little rhythm for your spirit
Oh but that's what it's for
Come on in, here's the door

And I've seen a sparrow get high
And waste his time in the sky
He thinks it's easy to fly
He's just a little bit freer than I

Now here's a mystery
And maybe you can help to make it clear to me
When you're fast asleep
Then what is it that's lighting up the dreams you see
Only your tears can't conceal it
And only your prayers may not reveal it
You've got soul so you can feel it
And when you make the scene
Well you know what I mean

Hey, I've seen a sparrow get high
And waste his time in the sky
He thinks it's easy to fly
He's just a little bit freer than I

Down here on the ground
When you find folks are giving you the runaround
Keep your game uptight
And if you must just take your secrets underground
Now politicians are trying to speech you
Mad color watchers are trying to teach you
Very few will really try to reach you
If you're lost in a stack
That's OK, come all black

Now I'd be the last to deny
That I'm just an average guy
And don't you know each little bird in the sky
Is just a little bit freer than I

Hey ordinary Joe
Although they say you're just a lazy so-and-so
What they think is real
Is nothing but an animated puppet show
So don't let time and space confuse you
And don't let name and form abuse you
Let that Big Joe Williams blues you
In the light of the sun you can see how they burn

Oh I've seen a sparrow get high
And waste his time in the sky
He thinks it's easy to fly
He's just a little bit freer than i

I am walkin' down this track
I've got tears in my eyes
I'm tryin' to read a letter from my home

An' if this train runs me right
I'll be home Saturday night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
Lord I hate to hear
That lonesome whistle blow

This train I ride on
Is a hundred coaches long
Well, you can hear her whistle blow
A million miles

An' if this train runs me right
I'll see my woman on saturday night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
Lord I hate to hear
That lonesome whistle blow

I will pawn you my wagon
And I will pawn you my team
I will pawn you my watch and my chain

An' if this train runs me right
I'll be home Saturday night
'Cause I'm nine hundred miles from my home
Lord I hate to hear
That lonesome whistle blow
That long lonesome train whistlin' down