Stories From Gold

Midnight screams Wildflower dreams Of John, her true beloved And of Vince, her man They raped her again Midnight surprise A starlit sunrise Wildflower sleeps While Mother Rose weeps For all her child's desert years Self-abuse and twilight tears Hey hey Thanksgiving is today I wonder what He would say I have no food but I have tea So I give praises joyfully I give thanks (of course!) for John Whose broken dream still lingers on Thank you too to Vince Yarrow He shot through my heart like Cupid's arrow Happy joyful singing fair Psychic dreams and long long hair Satan tried not once but twice Did his damnedest to entice The maidens down by the river ran Each believing John was her man Every fair young lady doing all she can It is an enigma because he didn't return He swore he'd prefer to burn For his misdeeds and his biggest sin Believing that he was a god therein He went to the mountains, drank from the fountains I understand why he ran away He has no fear of judgment day But broken promises and broken hearts Is why he had to depart Will he return? You never know But I can feel him, he is the greatest show