Poets’ Day

Stanley

No one in the castle
The lights have all gone dead
One light in the tower on
Shining just for him
Crumpled reams of paper
Lying on the floor
Lines that die so slowly
Victims of the war...

Give your rhymes to me
Sing your songs for them
And we'll pray for
A poets' day

Sheltered in his hideaway
The candle's bringing light
Old man crowd the daytime
While children hold the night
Still they think him crazy
Putting words in rhyme
Not stopping if he wanted to
Never is the time...

Give your rhymes to me
Sing your songs for them
And we'll pray for
A poets' day

As the nights grow shorter
And the days grow long
Words that once came easy
Now singing off key songs
Now and then some children
Put it to a rhyme
And the poets' darkness
Brightens up the time...

Give your rhymes to me
Sing your songs for them
And we'll pray for
And we'll save for
And we'll slave for
A poets' day
A poets' day
A poets' day

Pray for (Pray for)

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