The Hissing of Summer Lawns - Joni Mitchell

He bought her a diamond for her throat

He put her in a ranch house on a hill

She could see the valley barbecues

From her window sill

See the blue pools in the squinting sun

Hear the hissing of summer lawns

He put up a barbed wire fence

To keep out the unknown

And on every metal thorn

Just a little blood of his own

She patrols that fence of his

To a latin drum

And the hissing of summer lawns

Darkness

Wonder makes it easy

Darkness

With a joyful mask

Darkness

Tube’s gone, darkness, darkness, darkness

No color no contrast

A diamond dog

Carrying a cup and a cane

Looking through a double glass

Looking at too much pride and too much shame

There’s a black fly buzzing

There’s a heat wave burning in her master’s voice

Hissing summer lawns

He gave her his darkness to regret

And good reason to quit him

He gave her a roomful of Chippendale

That nobody sits in Still she stays with a love of some kind

It’s the lady’s choice

The hissing of summer lawns