He looked deep and long in my long black eyes.
And he played his songs in my long black hair.
He took me away to his summertime place
Close was our flesh in the winking hours
closely and sweetly entwined
Let this good way continue out beyond
her power to believe or to surmise
No more
bringers of tedium, bringers of the driveway
Bringers of the lookout, bringers of the idle perch
Let this good way continue out beyond
their power to believe or surmise
