The image of the poet's in the breeze

Canadian geese are flying above the trees

A mist is hanging gently on the lake

My house is very beautiful at night



My friend and teacher occupies a spare room

He's dead - at peace at last the Wandering Jew

Other friends has put stones on his grave

He was the first great man that I had ever met



Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board

To dial a spirit - across the room it soared

We were happy and amazes at what we saw

Blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore



Delmore, I missed all your funny ways

I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said

My Dedalus to your Bloom

Was such a perfect wit

And to find you in my house

Makes things perfect



I really got a lucky life

My writhing, my motorcycle and my wife

And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry

Is living in this stone and wood house with me



The image of the poet's in the breeze

Canadian geese are flying above the trees

A mist is hanging gently on the lake

Our house is very beautiful at night



Our house is very beautiful at night [x3]