My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower-bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight
In my arms fold your fanciable form
My red and white corpuscles tell me this:
That I was born to live within your kiss.
The days would have been rainier
The dark sky never clear
If you’d gone to Tasmania...
When you’re putting on the second shoe
Time’s getting on but not too late
And a lovely voice call up to you...
