Send My Fond Regards to Lonelyville

Send my fond regards to Lonelyville

I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill

O I'll grow hale on seawater

A son on the honey milk

And leave something to loneliness

Sweet William will

I once was there to find the girl

That mystic morning's eve

There in the shade with

All things up its leaves

Waking to the marvel to be

Northern to be free

You can hear the sound of

Southern bells follow where she please

Some with the forked tongues

They'd love again to unlearn

Some for a heart a brushed

Yet stainless urn

You see some say for a spell

Well it's the last they're seen or heard

But for all the night falls for each

Alone each alone will yearn

Now say hello to the Blind King

He was two hands younger and

Both empty of his Queen

In her place the lone Spade

Waltzed right in to a silent hymn

See him bow and bend at twenty

One and Jack The Blacksmith's crying

This is how they come

To leave their lonlienesses

The weeks will pass

In a tennis match

Before she for him undresses

For so long with no point for

The Distant Mister and

The Near Misses

'Will be love, love from above

When at length the arrow hisses

The waterfall wallpaper

Clings to its dear life

Our two-d holiday burns

Clear through the night

The Holy Lonely lead their

Piebalds down to the tide

Singing, O no my heart will

Not be claimed by the fire

They cast the Independent Man

His anchor and his spear

First in gold then out the capitol

And through the prism of his tears

The moon sets to the great purse

Of the sea like a folding mirror

As pointed for the promise

Land the Sisters disappear

I set my prayers tonight for Lonelyville

To fall with the snow at that lone window sill

The ghost of the Wolf Moonlight to fall on Slater Mill

And leave something to lonliness Sweet William will.