Stacey Grove - Take 2

[Marc Bolan]

Keep running if we can

[Tony Visconti]

Ok take 2

[Marc Bolan]

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[Stacy Grove]

Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine

Hat full of wine

Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies

Forecaster of eyes, so no lies

Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus

He drinks acorn juice

Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat

He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet

Antelope head his beard skylark red

Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood

And now that the gate of his evening is late

He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog

[Marc Bolan]

I would do mine