I want you
O the the child the seed the grain Of corn! O the acorns on the hill O for each separate end is born O in seasons fits and stills
Sharp casts of irons Hell of slaves To the sea God on earth Thy cried blind
It was Liverpool Mersey beats Forty five singles For us all to sing In the cavern misty
Tis of a region desolate And wild, Of black whirling waters Like a drowning lake,. Tis of storming days I so
On the dark side of The road, To see a soggy toad, With my heart and Soul,
O the sleepless night the day returns O the petty rounds of chores And irritating concerns and Duties,