ESMERELLDA
MAID OF SWEET HEATHER PERFUMED HAIR,
CAMP FIRE REFLECTIONS IN YOUR STARE,
PRANCING NEATH A SUMMERS HARVEST MOON ,
TO TAMBOURINES AND FIDDLERS TUNE,
YOUR FINERY OF CALICO AND SPIDER LACE,
INSTALLS IN ME A WARM EMBRACE,
WHY OH WHY YOUR GYPSY SPELL,
NOW IN YOUR HEART I CANNOT DWELL,
BAREFOOT ON DEWEY PASTURE GREEN,
DANCE ON FOR ME MY GYPSY QUEEN,
WHILST A THOUSAND STARS SHINE ON YOU,
PLEASE DANCE ON TILL MORNINGS DEW.
ALAS THE FIDDLERS TUNE IS SILENT NOW,
ONLY MISTY CAMP FIRE EMBERS GLOW,
THE TRACKS LEFT BY A TRAVELLERS VAN.
ONCE MORE I AM A LONESOME MAN.