Jenny, Jenny you don't know the nights I hide Below a second story room to whistle you down The man who's let to divvy up, time is a miser He's got a
Some Folk's Prison, made to dwell 'Til they're braiding her gray hair sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair, sitting in the wishing chair
One time You made me cry Be proud that I Remember My chin is sore The bruise is gone But the spot is tender Gave my hand a sister coy To Cotton Alley
Why are some men born With minds that earn degrees The loving cups Gilded plaques Grace their study walls Hide the cracks While their genius is turned
On one morning In the month of May When all the birds Were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray Across the fields at break of day She softly sung her
The legs of Maddox kitchen tables My whole life twisted on a lathe In a foreman's torrent My first English was "Faster boy if you want your pay" Barking
Power, dizzy with it stumble Detail, a chance for us to quarrel Anger, my head is shaken violent If I could calm or restrain you For the sake of pity
dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the well worded paper signed
As frail hinges pivot on a case's door Commemorative souvenirs from places Containers change with each occasion A cellophane encased display of paper
Here is the store house of Her Majesty Well guarded by sentry but looks are free Call this the ray-less and benighted age Witches by tallow candles shifted
Wide open falsehood The clan destine truths Rival till the end In a series of duels Pardon the drapery language I choose Waltz in Vienna has taught me
: power dizzy with it stumble detail a chance for us to quarrel anger my head is shaken violent if i could calm or restrain you for the sake
: come as we go far away from the noise of the street walk a path so narrow to a place where we feel at ease some think it is haunting to be drawn
: on one morning in the month of May when all the birds were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray across the fields at break of day she softly
: the legs of Maddox kitchen tables my whole life twisted on a lathe in a foreman's torrent my first English was "faster boy if you want your pay
: here is the store house of Her Majesty well guarded by sentry but looks are free call this the rayless and benighted age witches by tallow candles
Some Folk's Prison made to dwell til they're braiding her grey hair sitting in the wishing chair sitting in the wishing chair sitting in the wishing chair
: one time you made me cry be proud that I remember my chin is sore the bruise is gone but the spot is tender gave my hand a sister coy to
