I'm staying in my well- appointed
Oh, I'll grow hale on seawater,
And leave something to loneliness,
I once was there to find the girl,
that mystic morning's eve
There in the shade with all
Waking to the marvel, to be northern,
You can hear the sound of south
ern bells follow where she please
Some with the forked tongues
they'd love again to unlearn
a brushed yet stainless urn
You see some say for a spell,
well it's the last they're seen or heard
But for all the night falls for each alone,
Now say hello to the blind king
He was two hands younger and
In her place the lone spade waltzed
right in to a silent hymn
See him bow and bend at twenty one
and Jack The Blacksmith's crying
This is how they come to leave
The weeks will pass in a tennis match
be fore she for him undresses
For so long with no point for the distant
mister and the near misses
It will be love, love from above when at length the arrow
Now the waterfall wallpaper clings
Our two- d holiday burns clear
The holy lonely lead their piebald
Singing, oh no my heart will not
They cast the independent man,
First in gold then out the capitol and
through the prism of his tears
The moon sets to the great purse of
the sea like a folding mirror
As pointed for the promise land
I set my prayers tonight for Lonelyville
The ghost of the wolf moonlight
And leave something to loneliness
