Well Anyway     

long songs have lined the sleeves of my robe

short songs have cropped my hair

dawn to dusk

your fever burns in me

there is

no place to be

I drink wine from a pitcher when I'm thirsty

steal bread & cheese when I'm hungry

chilled and forlorn, I’ve seen May

pass me by

a thousand miles growing green

endless mountain peaks at night

bright moon falling among the crags

I wander along the rocks

a light shines out from beyond

because I cannot roam round the moon

my hair's grown white before I’ve finished this tune