My House

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] My friend and teacher occupies a spare room He's dead, at peace at last the wandering Jew Other friends had put stones on his grave He was the first great man that I had ever met [Verse 3] Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board To dial a spirit, across the room it soared We were happy and amazed at what we saw Blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore [Verse 4] 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 [Verse 5] I've really got a lucky life My writing, 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Outro] Our house is very beautiful at night Our house is very beautiful at night Our house is very beautiful at night