04-03-2016, 09:59 AM
Under the sycamore tree with Bonnie Mae
On a long gone, unforgotten Summer’s day
And we began to talk as lovers can
About the things I could do as a man
As I would be in two weeks and a day.
I’d like to travel far away, explore
The sandy dunes of some forgotten shore
Or bear a flag for a distant foreign war
Or see the way the norther lights can burn
And go and go, never to return
Under the sycamore tree.
She said she liked her head upon my lap,
The pool of warmth, a lazy summer nap
And staying where she’d never need a map.
She said that she could make me feel that way
And if she could she knew she’d like to stay
Under the sycamore tree.
What could I do, abandon my endeavor
To occupy my life's adventures, never
Find my path but stay with her forever?
The knowledge of her simple face atones -
I killed her there and left her peaceful bones
Under the sycamore tree.
On a long gone, unforgotten Summer’s day
And we began to talk as lovers can
About the things I could do as a man
As I would be in two weeks and a day.
I’d like to travel far away, explore
The sandy dunes of some forgotten shore
Or bear a flag for a distant foreign war
Or see the way the norther lights can burn
And go and go, never to return
Under the sycamore tree.
She said she liked her head upon my lap,
The pool of warmth, a lazy summer nap
And staying where she’d never need a map.
She said that she could make me feel that way
And if she could she knew she’d like to stay
Under the sycamore tree.
What could I do, abandon my endeavor
To occupy my life's adventures, never
Find my path but stay with her forever?
The knowledge of her simple face atones -
I killed her there and left her peaceful bones
Under the sycamore tree.