O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights

I stand upon the Venice bridge Of sighs, A palace and a prison on each Side. I saw from the tidal waves so

the storm winds of autumn Make me shake by the lake The window pain rattle shake To ruffle a few wet feathers With birds singing by the lake

O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights

what from this barran land can we reap? our fields are dry my body Frail Go on the trail before thy fail

It is I write a few lines Of a poets story of thy Times We all like Mr chimes Who drinks gin on the

I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor

Gapes around the silent arena Tis inside bugle trumpets bull ca… Tis of wild angry soundings foot Bounds and spurns the angry mighty Brute, first run in the sand pit,…

Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for

For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes

Still waters of the stream Row in my boat in the river Tay. Upon the swans of the lake Come up to side of the boat

Yet you know upon you To let me suffer the pain The hurtfull strain in the Rain. Humilinate does you know sad

draw draw draw Near the artists lair Upon he sits on the Gallery chair Lay with honey yellow

This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer