Send My Fond Regards To Lonelyville

Send my fond regards to Lonelyville

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

Oh, 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 lonelinesses

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

It will be love, love from above when at length the arrow hisses

Now 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, oh 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 loneliness Sweet William will