Norton Anthologies and Love

I fear the freaks and geeks and Greeks
And the gifts they bring to me
She made the wine, it tasted fine
And sent me off to sleep
The water boils, The snakes will coil
And wrap around your head
The witches' toil, the fencer's foil
Have left me good as dead
On the road less traveled the gravel's been kicked around
By weary old bloodhounds hot on the trail
Of a man who's been babbling back and forth
Weathering storms on his search for the grail

Devanna I wanna
Come back home to you
Devanna it's gonna
Be a hard road back to this

A tempest raged, a caged bird sang
Her song so sweet and sad
That echoed through the rain and stained
The memories that I had
Along the way the muse was flayed
She limped as he ran away
I tried to sing to bring her pretty things
She was in no mood to play
Devanna I wanna
Come back home to you
Devanna it's gonna
Be a hard road back from this

Devanna I wanna
Come back home to you
Devanna it's gonna
Be a hard road back it's true



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Writer(s): Linen Closet
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