Tonight my poem is of the sky
Above my house
So let me try
And explain to you
Now All I see
A black array of finery
Not a lot of stars about
No moon either
Its not out
Probably its upset with me
Most heavenly bodies are you
See
Tonight my poem is of the sky
Above my house
So let me try
And explain to you
Now All I see
A black array of finery
Not a lot of stars about
No moon either
Its not out
Probably its upset with me
Most heavenly bodies are you
See