I see you sitting by the shore,
Your lullaby rings in my ears.
I knew our love was ever more,
But still you saw my tears.

You coddled me with plea and silk,
I sang our song in turn.
I found you to be a strange ilk,
I took my chance to learn.

We walked along until sea’s end,
And turned on tip and toe.
We smile once and then we bend,
My memories faint are so.

So sweet our love we hope to keep,
Like bird sweet to ear and sight.
We thought our love would surely reap,
Like a lovers special rite.

We walk around in circle clear,
The elements bless our accord,
Sweet to smell the sage does sear,
Any consequence we find we afford.

Our song is soon bound to soul,
Your lullaby is our duet,
As years go on our times will toll,
Just like Russian roulette,

Year seventy is the first shot,
That bug held my heart,
Seventy-five is the slot,
Where I read your surgery chart.

But soon we hear those faithful bells,
Of course right before the bang,
We will hear the cleric tell,
But I only heard what you sang.