A day that passed a time ago amongst the glory of all mankind
lived an angel thy Audrey from Athens who's heart was in twined,
Oh indeed in a time of the finest of kings, and the duchess and queens,
For Audrey to love in the likes of she, indeed in all was not to be,
For Audrey of Athens who cried for one's love, to hold and to cherish,
Whom she found in the likes of Alice of Abington, oh indeed such a merit,
But who's to dwell on such the dungeons of this timely parade?
For one such as Audrey to hide away her mask in this gathering of days,
Oh such a yearning cries out of her heart for the one she holds so dear,
To whisper the songs of love in Alice's ear where no one can hear,
To taste the tingle in one's lips, and the breath of curious wonder,
As bare as they are the two become one under the growling gods of thunder,
How can one such as Audrey of Athens pronounce to the world,
That it is true love in which was found, indeed in the likes of another girl,
In the heart of Alice from Abington whom she cries for till death,
As now the lonely angel from Abington waits still sitting on her lover's front steps.