Hair That Red

Hair That Red :

My friend Nick was made up of coloured bits

That he shot to the stars and left in a trail

That was our friend Nick, who grinned like a lunatic

And talked like a bird, who knew all the old song words;

"He's a smoker, he's a joker, he's a midnight toker"

and "Help me I think I'm falling in love again."

A son, a brother, a father and my mother always said

"You've gotta love a man with hair that red."

My friend Nick, a bundle of scattered bits

That once in a while he tried to collect.

The only things left big enough to hold him in

Were rivers and dreams.

He told me he'd love me when we were sixty.

He's a sun, and a spring, and a blocked up darling.

She said, "You've gotta love a man with hair that red."

Our friend Nick was made of a billion bits

And we'll only ever know four or three each,

But as the song goes, "Life is but a tapestry

Of rich and royal hue,"

And you've a cloak fit for a lion King.

And in case you're still wondering,

Indeed we loved you man with hair that red.