If we each deserved our lot
Nuthin' we'd 'ave ever got

But 'ere we are with what we 'ave
And there ain't nuthin' wrong with that.

If Judas sin to you seem fair
Give your heart to Love's repair
And give to fancy Beauty bright
To see you through the endless night;

Then you may on Hope light wings
Begin to see the Good in things.

The pitter-patter on the panes
Is music of the autumn rains

'Til barren tree and downy snow
Tell the fall, "It's time to go."

You leave now for a foreign land
From whence you cannot come again.
Must I here alone remain?
O! come and be my Love again....

My boy, it's time to go.
      I know ...
            I know....

A cathedral stands the space between
The tears of 'heaven and her Queen'
And whet upon that concrete slab
Man loosens iron grip on Mab.

Strutting to a saunter slow
Hooved and tamed three ponies go.