My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
I remember pigeons and sparrows
On the green beneath Edinburgh Castle
I remember smoking a secret joint...
When you’re putting on the second shoe
Time’s getting on but not too late
And a lovely voice call up to you...
