I some times go back,
to cornwall.
this night under the new moon,
the castle harlech, said pirates
of penzance.
listen carefully, the diction,
the voice, i said pirates.
maybe he should have been a pilot, maybe twenty one,
he sure can dance and sing, they all can, Illyria theatre.
slowly the wind came, at our backs, laughter heated
ruins of the day, alongside bustled frocks,
waterproofed rugs, fleeced sundries.
the band played on.
windblown, water thrown, songs sung.
poor wandering ones, held, rapt in family.
castle walls.
i met him in cornwall.
sbm.
to cornwall.
this night under the new moon,
the castle harlech, said pirates
of penzance.
listen carefully, the diction,
the voice, i said pirates.
maybe he should have been a pilot, maybe twenty one,
he sure can dance and sing, they all can, Illyria theatre.
slowly the wind came, at our backs, laughter heated
ruins of the day, alongside bustled frocks,
waterproofed rugs, fleeced sundries.
the band played on.
windblown, water thrown, songs sung.
poor wandering ones, held, rapt in family.
castle walls.
i met him in cornwall.
sbm.