Faerie Queen

Over on the hill There grows a flower Growing quicker still More perfect by the hour Deep within that flower Is a tiny chair All a-fringed with gold The fairy queen sits there… It is in her breath That the wind does blow It is in her heart As pure as winter snow It is…

The Gypsy

Sometimes a story has no end Sometimes I think that we could just be friends “‘Cause I’m a wandering man, ” he said to me. And what about our future plans? Does this thing we have even make sense? When I got the whole world in front of me So I said, “I don’t wanna…