Marcie Songtext
von Joni Mitchell

This is a song about most girls who′ve come to New York City
Didn't write about England at all, after all

Marcy in a coat of flowers
Stops inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door

So she′ll wash her flower curtains
Hang them in the wind to dry
Dust her tables with his shirt and
Wave another day goodbye

Marcy's faucet needs a plumber
Marcy's sorrow needs a man
Red is autumn, green is summer
Greens are turning and the sand

Along the ocean beaches
Stares up empty at the sky
Marcy buys a bag of peaches
Stops a postman passing by


And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows up from the river
There′s no one to take her to the sea

Marcy dresses warm, it′s snowing
Takes a yellow cab uptown
Red is stop and green's for going
Sees a show and rides back down

Down along the Hudson River
Past the shipyards in the cold
Still no letter′s been delivered
Still the winter days unfold

Like magazines fading in dusty gray attics and cellars
Make a dream, dream back to summer and hear how he tells her
"Wait for me"

Marcy leaves and doesn't tell us
Where or why she moved away
Red is angry, green is jealous
That was all she had to say

Someone thought they saw her Sunday
Window shopping in the rain
Someone heard she bought a one-way
Ticket and went west again