Ivy Buds
If all the world were love
And if all the world were young
If every word had something to teach to us
If there were a peach
To be clinched to every tongue
Then the pleasures might be soothing
And my thoughts might
Renew to move me from
The desire to seek her love
When the waves in the river
Wage to become colder
Wager to settle over rocks
Wager to accept the fate of becoming older
And your feet are padded with plaid socks
And the days go by
And life is solemn and life is meek
The flowers fade away to rotting
The flowers fade away to brown
And you dine again with deception
A dinner guest that comes around often
For its collection
A winter wayward reckons
Orange peels shredded
My cats all loved and petted
Served like honey syrup,
Her voice to my ears was sweet
Like the blossoming tulip,
More precious, more intimate
With every new moment, with every new peep
Her evening gown
Her ballroom shoes and her feet, bare
Her hair finely fixed in tassels and roses
Her sweet aroma of zebra gum still in the air
She lingers like the touch of delicate cotton,
Like the touch of silk or Asian satin
And to taste her strawberry wine,
Sweet ivy buds
And her eyes glowing, unremitting with love...
Had I a hold on love, had I been a friend to you
Had joy a date to be set on
Or the truth a leg to stand on too
And tonight my eyes are opened
And my mouth is opened too
To speak the words you were speaking too
Based on poems by Sir Walter Raleigh and Christopher Marlowe
And if all the world were young
If every word had something to teach to us
If there were a peach
To be clinched to every tongue
Then the pleasures might be soothing
And my thoughts might
Renew to move me from
The desire to seek her love
When the waves in the river
Wage to become colder
Wager to settle over rocks
Wager to accept the fate of becoming older
And your feet are padded with plaid socks
And the days go by
And life is solemn and life is meek
The flowers fade away to rotting
The flowers fade away to brown
And you dine again with deception
A dinner guest that comes around often
For its collection
A winter wayward reckons
Orange peels shredded
My cats all loved and petted
Served like honey syrup,
Her voice to my ears was sweet
Like the blossoming tulip,
More precious, more intimate
With every new moment, with every new peep
Her evening gown
Her ballroom shoes and her feet, bare
Her hair finely fixed in tassels and roses
Her sweet aroma of zebra gum still in the air
She lingers like the touch of delicate cotton,
Like the touch of silk or Asian satin
And to taste her strawberry wine,
Sweet ivy buds
And her eyes glowing, unremitting with love...
Had I a hold on love, had I been a friend to you
Had joy a date to be set on
Or the truth a leg to stand on too
And tonight my eyes are opened
And my mouth is opened too
To speak the words you were speaking too
Based on poems by Sir Walter Raleigh and Christopher Marlowe
