He loves to sit and listen,
To the night-bird and the quail.
The wind, and to the crickets,
But! The silence, it prevails.
Here I am sitting at my computer
With both fingers slowly typing away
Slow but steady as I go
What more do I need
The silence of your mind
Lays loosely at your side
And the shadows of your soul
Hangs lightly on your mind
Fairies come to wonderland
Where magic it abounds,
Fairies come to wonderland
Where they make a magic sound.
The soft autumn breeze it blows gently
As I sit here in the shade of a tree,
And I think of the times I have wandered
In the days when my life I was free.
The soft autumn breeze it blows gently
As I sit here in the shade of a tree,
And I think of the times I have wandered
In the days when my life I was free.
Can ya’ crack a whip?" he said, in a slow and gravely voice,
"I dunno’," I said, "But I guess I could, if I had a choice."
silently she creeps, slowly at first
then, with a quickened pace she moves.
clutched to her breast is a small shape from her past,
her heart races in panic, afraid of being heard.
In, the dead of night they come,
When the moon is in it’s full,
Their moves are swift, with pounding feet,
Across the old bascule.
Whilst walking down the street one day,
I was taken by surprise.
I met a little crocodile,
With tears in his eyes.