Stacy Grove - Alternative Studio Version 1968

[Marc Bolan]
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[false-start]
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine
Hat full of wine
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies

Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
He drinks acorn juice

Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat
He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet

Antelope head his beard skylark red
Tucked 'neath the good

[Malcolm Toft or Tony Visconti]
Do it again

[Marc Bolan]
Keep running if we can

[Marc Bolan]
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[Stacy Grove]
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine
Hat full of wine
Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies
Forecaster of eyes, so no lies

Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus
He drinks acorn juice

Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat
He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet

Antelope head his beard skylark red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood
And now that the gate of his evening is late
He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog

[Marc Bolan]
I would do mine