i'm thinkin' tonight of my english eyes
got knows where she hangs her dreary eyes
tles sung by armies
under veils of kissing you
i'm singin' tonight a poem she stole
from the crowded arbour of the writer's cloak
from the writer's cloak
to the highway's smoke
can't you see her in the worn out verse
can't you hear her in the broken curse
ah! carry me down to where she hides
her english eyes
1997 douglas september / Big Pond Publishing and Production Limited (SOCAN/BMI)
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