It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here
It seems like many dim years ago
Since I heard that face to face Or seen you face to face Though tonight I can feel you here
I get these notes On butterflies and lilac sprays From girls who just have to tell me
They saw you somewhere
In some office sits a poet And he trembles as he sings And he asks some guy To circulate his soul around
On your mark red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors Finely tuned like fancy women In thirties evening gowns
Up the charts Off to the airport Your name's in the news Everything's first class
The lights go down And it's just you up there
Getting them to feel like that
Remember the days when you used to sit And make up your tunes for love And pour your simple sorrow To the soundhole and your knee
And now you're seen On giant screens
And at parties for the press And for people who have slices of you From the company
They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation well who's to know
If the next one in the nest
Will glitter for them so
I guess I seem ungrateful With my teeth sunk in the hand That brings me things I really can't give up just yet
Now I sit up here The critic
And they introduce some band But they seem so much confetti Looking at them on my tv set
Oh the power and the glory Just when you're getting a taste for worship They start bringing out the hammers
And the boards And the nails
I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight
[00:00.02]Written by：Joni Mitchell [00:00.04] [00:13.26]I heard it in the wind last night [00:15.81] [00:16.60]It sounded like applause [00:19.03]Did you get a round resounding for you [00:21.81]Way up here [00:22.88] [00:24.56]It seems like many dim years ago [00:27.39] [00:28.19]Since I heard that face to face [00:30.31]Or seen you face to face [00:32.60]Though tonight I can feel you here [00:35.09] [00:36.28]I get these notes [00:37.68]On butterflies and lilac sprays [00:41.08]From girls who just have to tell me [00:44.56] [00:46.21]They saw you somewhere [00:50.24] [00:57.07]In some office sits a poet [00:59.26]And he trembles as he sings [01:02.15]And he asks some guy [01:03.74]To circulate his soul around [01:07.90] [01:08.52]On your mark red ribbon runner [01:11.23] [01:11.94]The caressing rev of motors [01:13.86]Finely tuned like fancy women [01:16.14]In thirties evening gowns [01:19.36] [01:20.16]Up the charts [01:21.29]Off to the airport [01:22.99]Your name's in the news [01:24.31]Everything's first class [01:26.42] [01:27.15]The lights go down [01:28.34]And it's just you up there [01:30.77] [01:31.59]Getting them to feel like that [01:35.34] [01:40.38]Remember the days when you used to sit [01:43.30]And make up your tunes for love [01:45.93]And pour your simple sorrow [01:48.25]To the soundhole and your knee [01:51.20] [01:51.92]And now you're seen [01:53.41]On giant screens [01:55.13] [01:55.71]And at parties for the press [01:58.03]And for people who have slices of you [02:00.33]From the company [02:01.89] [02:03.54]They toss around your latest golden egg [02:06.48]Speculation well who's to know [02:09.11] [02:09.87]If the next one in the nest [02:11.95] [02:12.88]Will glitter for them so [02:18.75] [02:23.98]I guess I seem ungrateful [02:25.92]With my teeth sunk in the hand [02:29.34]That brings me things [02:31.03]I really can't give up just yet [02:33.72] [02:35.87]Now I sit up here [02:37.29]The critic [02:38.05] [02:38.72]And they introduce some band [02:40.53]But they seem so much confetti [02:42.83]Looking at them on my tv set [02:45.35] [02:46.96]Oh the power and the glory [02:49.22]Just when you're getting a taste for worship [02:51.79]They start bringing out the hammers [02:55.82] [02:57.17]And the boards [02:58.17]And the nails [03:00.39] [03:07.63]I heard it in the wind last night [03:09.95] [03:10.95]It sounded like applause [03:12.64] [03:13.45]Chilly now [03:14.40]End of summer [03:15.37]No more shiny hot nights [03:17.87] [03:18.93]It was just the arbutus rustling [03:21.16] [03:22.25]And the bumping of the logs [03:24.30]And the moon swept down black water [03:27.09]Like an empty spotlight
