cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains

remind me of Jack-A-Lynn

lush hotels and pretty girls

won't cheer the misty mood i'm in

silly, sad -- i've never had to write this before --

oh, Jack-A-Lynn



funny how long nights allow

thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn

when phantoms tread around my bed

to offer restless dreams they bring

and it's just the time and place to find

a sad song to play

for Jack-A-Lynn



magpies that shriek, old boots that leak

call me to Jack-A-Lynn

coal-black cats in policeman's hats

nosing where the mice have been

and the long miaow's beginning now

and i'm far, far from home --

and Jack-A-Lynn