Gonna be a fire come
Gonna burn a wicked man's feet
Hate and greed gonna bring down Babylon
That balckbird, that blackbird he said
That blackbird, that blackbird he said

The wind blows broken melodies,
Into the feathers of a blackbird sitting on a branch beside of me
He said you will never know, the troubles i have seen ,son
And you should never go, the places i have been
Lord don't you try to come with me
Lord don't you try to come with me

The superstitious cast their stones at me
Let them stare into the blackness,
Self importance owns the evil it breeds
And as the river flows,
The stories that it's told, go
Into the well below,
For a blackbird to swallow
Lord don't you cry i heard them weep,
Lord don't you cry i heard them weep