If I could be with you If I could be with you - in a field of fire In the eye of a hurricane I’d chain my heart to a white-picket fence Before I bunker down the grain…
Blue berries and ice-cream What more could I dream Blue berries and ice-cream What more could there be That isn’t immaterial That isn’t material Somebody warm and cool
Women are quarrelsome Birds, birds of many wings Like magpies, two shades Of many dissatisfied things. A dove - when the stars The stars are shining bright. But a bank of black disparity,
No passion begs the turning off The turning off of the light No passion begs the frost to melt Or the snows drift road block… Unless it’s just to stop! The roll call clock-in clock
