Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clear   On a mornin' such as this   And all those useless pains & fears   Those things that I won't miss      And the Morning Glories and Queen Anne's lace   Baptized by the wind   These inspirations are my saving grace   In these times we're living in      Make a hard man humble   Make a proud woman hide   Her eyes from the light of day   When all the crops have withered and died   And the soil has blown away   The ground is so dry   The river's on its hands and knees   And I hear that tune in the breeze   The crow is callin' and I hear him well   Up in the red bud tree   Any the stories that you've lived to tell   Pass 'em down to me      Whisper the truth   Into your childrens ears   Let them know   Let them understand   Let them hear   The song of the blackbird is mighty loud   Through the evening mist   The moon is up and it looks so proud   Lookin' down on a night, on a night like this