i have a friend called robin he comes to visit me
he sits in my garden on my apple tree
sings his robin song in his robin way
it is very beauitiful melts my heart away

such a lovely song every note in key
singing loud and clear in perfect harmony
when his song has finished  flies into the sky
almost brings a tear  as i wave goodbye

beautiful flower

carried away in the storm
laid down in a thicket of thorns.

who will morn
the dancer and sinking sky?
the raven with a broken wing?
who will cry for you? O, flower
folded in the forgotten book of sorrow.
now, a shadow and a name and a tombstone.

my flower, my rose without thorns.

I'm gonna get my shotgun
climb the water tower,
shoot the stars full of lost tomorrows.