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