Letra de 'Send My Fond Regards to Lonelyville' de Elvis Perkins in Dearland

Send my fond regards to Lonelyville
I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill
O I'll grow hale on seawater
A son on the honey milk
And leave something to loneliness
Sweet William will

I once was there to find the girl
That mystic morning's eve
There in the shade with
All things up its leaves
Waking to the marvel to be
Northern to be free
You can hear the sound of
Southern bells follow where she please

Some with the forked tongues
They'd love again to unlearn
Some for a heart a brushed
Yet stainless urn
You see some say for a spell
Well it's the last they're seen or heard
But for all the night falls for each
Alone each alone will yearn

Now say hello to the Blind King
He was two hands younger and
Both empty of his Queen
In her place the lone Spade
Waltzed right in to a silent hymn
See him bow and bend at twenty
One and Jack The Blacksmith's crying
This is how they come
To leave their lonlienesses

The weeks will pass
In a tennis match
Before she for him undresses
For so long with no point for
The Distant Mister and
The Near Misses
'Will be love, love from above
When at length the arrow hisses

The waterfall wallpaper
Clings to its dear life
Our two-d holiday burns
Clear through the night
The Holy Lonely lead their
Piebalds down to the tide
Singing, O no my heart will
Not be claimed by the fire

They cast the Independent Man
His anchor and his spear
First in gold then out the capitol
And through the prism of his tears
The moon sets to the great purse
Of the sea like a folding mirror
As pointed for the promise
Land the Sisters disappear

I set my prayers tonight for Lonelyville
To fall with the snow at that lone window sill
The ghost of the Wolf Moonlight to fall on Slater Mill
And leave something to lonliness Sweet William will.