A batch of songs run ‘round in my head
And most of them blink like a blue led.
They put new heart into my mind
Since they’ve opened my eyes when I was blind.
All the lost paths you lefts behind
I mark’em out for someone to find
To sing aloud ‘bout you
To sing aloud ‘bout you
To sing aloud ‘bout you, yes I do !
The birds of prey fly high above
And proud beasts creep just down below.
In between you float, & you revolve
About mankind’s futility, victory to crow.
Business is full of men like Falstaff
And one day, they’ll use all your drafts
That day I will not share my laughs
Hangin’ a wreath : “Outlaw for Peace”, your epitaph