Cobbled to your trail Bevel through the speech In the harbors I was hanging on Cradled wrought and weak Hardly aching for your drum I’ll be able when you’re air born
Peddle all the marble Tell them all be missing me Fought from the mainstay Unhung from a halter I am back from Baltic now It’s been raining Now I’m having You are haven, dear
Pond in north face eyes Center’s sable Just like cinders in a prairie fire
Pave in the broad Charring up the tall trees mawed’em Well, it’s maple for their deputy
Got another novel And I’d wash it down ravines You’re my main in How that you have altered Sure is to some fine degree It’s not careening I am having You Are haven, dear…