Calliope I can hear your voice As clear as a bell As a bell ringing through the night Through the night O Calliope Your tablets of wax And your golden
?Neath the leaden lid I saw your face Ashen and pale as you walked away And I stayed behind Oh Where?d you go Dearest friend of mine Can you recall
Down by the old stone church Where the joe-pye weed and the mallows grow Those petals bigger then my fist Watch them bob and bow when the wind does blow
Upstairs the neighbors are moving in Hammering nails into their beds You can hear them falling in love again Three times this evening While we were
Come along in my mackinaw I?ll point you where you need to go Though our path may bend and yaw You won?t get lost With my pointed prow and square stern
They?re knocking down that Art Deco house The clawfoot tub is cracked and crushed The mattress springs and the telephone wires Gnash now through the
Those wending ships That sailed in May Vessels that carried me From one place to the next Were fated just for me Oh they were fated just for me In my
Coming through the mitrailleuse A Howitzer cannon and a Thompson gun Oh you?re a slovenly bunch Lousy with sin You?re no better than those altruists
He holds us all in his hands He is the one who?s in command He leads us down to the knoll The skies begin to fill with smoke But do not falter, nor
