farewell
to the innocent, the raconteurs, the glow worms
of yesterday's delights
you old fashioned charmer
swinging from that high rail
did you ever think of falling
did you ever think you could fall in love
with me
oh an ode to the one
i grew hastily fond of
oh to the trouble and strife
you were bound to bring
would i ever have given you back
a slippery handful of times
i have asked myself that
my dear oh dear darlin
the well has run dry
these tears that flowed freely
are now too keenly meant
for fears far more dearly spent
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
farewell
to the innocent, the raconteurs, the glow worms
of yesterday's delights
you old fashioned charmer
swinging from that high rail
did you ever think of falling
did you ever think you could fall in love
with me
oh an ode to the one
i grew hastily fond of
oh to the trouble and strife
you were bound to bring
would i ever have given you back
a slippery handful of times
i have asked myself that
my dear oh dear darlin
the well has run dry
these tears that flowed freely
are now too keenly meant
for fears far more dearly spent