My Son........

A lil piece of heaven was mine
the day that you were born
The Laurel tree,the wreath on brow
The Custom and the Horn.

Maybe I was'nt the daddy cool
with elan ,splat, the zoot n' zeep
and maybe my Rudolphs were'nt enough
to put my Riding Hood to sleep

May be I snatched an `everything'
when nothing was the gain
and maybe I put you in a spot
and split a loving heart in twain

Maybe I'd never make amends
that I lost a thing I'd never won
but of this, say I , I am sure
yes , ah yes `I am sorry my son'.

Words....

Woe betide those nighted souls
that bandy with them words,
their `whispering breezes', `speaking trees'
`weeping clouds' n' `larking birds '.
Alack the day I heard them say,
"the milky ways are ours,
with stars a-twinkle in her eyes
ah !  manna will rain in showers ."
Words , words and still more words,
O spare them me oh , please !
they steal the joy of a skewered heart
and leave me with a cruel peace...