My House Lyrics - Reed Lou

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 

My friend and teacher occupies a spare room 

He's dead - at peace at last the Wandering Jew 

Other friends has put stones on his grave 

He was the first great man that I had ever met 

Sylvia and I got out our Ouija Board 

To dial a spirit - across the room it soared 

We were happy and amazes at what we saw 

Blazing stood the proud and regal name Delmore 

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 

I really got a lucky life 

My writhing, 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 

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 

Our house is very beautiful at night X3