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Jump Little Children

I won't let you go I won't let you go Not to Detroit City Not to Chicago Well I won't let you go And I won't let you go Not to Mississippi Not to Tupelo

I'd like to see you out one night Dressed up like a Rock 'n' Roll star Straight out of some strange magazine Then I know I'd love you more But if I see

She likes the photograph The one of you and Simone Out in the rain on a Sunday morning She likes to take it out Only when she's feeling down And then

What is it in nature which lends its hand To the tongues of young wondering lovers in flight That by the silent boot of a dying word A scythe was taught

I can hear you sleeping Like a softly penned letter That you plan on keeping Sound asleep next to me Under the ink of a drying sky If I were a wordsmith

A song for when you go to keep you company, A song for when you go so you'll think of me. A song for when you go to California, West of the city lights

stars and the fish Just to be happy, not to be selfish Why, oh why is the sun in my eye Can you tell me sister moonshine? You better take out the trash little

The brackish roots of river pine Anchored in my curving spine Bend to the whims of wind's design And I lay down at your side Above the brine of reds

The seconds on the day of the Easter parade There was a flower child Running as fast as she can A new shade of rays and some bucket shoes And an angel