Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Each of her silver wands flings you into beyond
An orbit there set down
Hurrying down the line both of her eyes must shine upon you
She's your queen
Gallows tree of my heart keeping us both apart
Be gone and cut me down
Midsummer evening's long, here's a midsummer song towards it
Kiss her now
Each of her silver wands