Speak to Me Muse

Speak to me muse at the dawn of the day
I been dreamin of you all night long where I lay
All covered in dew at your garden gate
Alright

Speak to me muse of the world goin by
Of the flowers unfurling against the sky
And the girls at the fair with their hair piled high
Alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Speak to me muse of the way that it feels
To be free as a sparrow that flies in the field
Ah she likes me to borrow she loves me to steal
Alright

Speak to me muse of the sun goin down
And the hurrying past of the burying ground
With the green green grass growing all around
Alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Speak to me muse in my worn out shoes
I was born as a beggar and a fool for you
I’ll forever be loving and losing you
Alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Speak to me muse of what lies ahead
Of the undrunk wine and the unbroke bread
And the road that winds to the journey’s end
And the arms untwined and the eyes unmet
And the way of the heart when it leaps in the chest
And how many more times in the time that’s left?
On a still young night we are still young yet
Alright