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