Hunted down I came upon. A place of ferns and grass. Gathered to a redbud tree. And now their footsteps pass. Where I crouch in dread. Discovery my certain death. Bur leaves reaching for my head
I had to leave for certain. I like to come back now and then. Maybe I'm just returning. So I can leave again The wind comes softly blowing. From the cold grey sea. She leans into my collar. Star
Hammer on a skillet up they come. Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum. Watch out, people I'm a greedy man. Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan. Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood Chicken
Was a windless night. When you left the ship. You never were. A steady bold one. I gave my hand. Ah but you did slip I'm a living man. And your a cold one. So haul away. Haul away from here My
On Silvertown way the cranes stand high. Quiet and gray against the still of the sky. They won't quit and lay down though the action has died. They watch the new game in town on the blackwall side