50th Chorus

  All ties in
Like anacin.

  Well
        So unlock the door
        And go to supper
And let the women cook it,
  Light's on the hill
  The guitar's a-started
    Playing by itself
    The shower of heaven notes
    Plucked by a gypsy woman
    In some old dream
      Will bless it all
          I see furling out
          Below—


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