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Our room across is a mile wide |
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She comes and look now how you are the fireside |
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I'm watching, she's waiting to show you the pearls in her |
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Betsy Clark eyes |
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She sighs the whistling winds you sail in |
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She cries and you are alive |
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She's saying she's sorry and oh, |
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So am I So am |
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I For ninety seven days that should have been an hour |
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I know it's all you can do when she's so very near |
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Praise be the |
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King of the settee and his |
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Guinivere |
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I'll get up and go out and no doubt |
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You're giving it all to her, oh |
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So am I So am |
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I The ninety-seven days the fifteen blessed hours |
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And it's easy as it goes, so am |
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I How and hour of ninety days will soon run out of time |
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The weight of the world has the head in your hands [She's Indian giving again] |
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You're sorry and sick and you know |
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So am I So am |
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I The ninety seven days and fifteen sodding hours came to nothing |
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Taken in? |
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So was I She's going, going gone and you know that's fine |
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And so am |
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I |
