Jack-A-Lynn

Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains

remind me of Jack-A-Lynn.

Lush hotels and pretty girls

won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.

Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before,

oh, Jack-A-Lynn.

Funny how long nights allow

thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn.

When phantoms tread around my bed

to offer restless dreams they bring.

And it's just the time and place to find

a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn.

Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak

call me to Jack-A-Lynn.

Coal-black cats in policeman's hats

nosing where the mice have been.

And the long miaow's beginning now

and I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn.

Jack, Jack-A-Lynn

Jack, Jack-A-Lynn

Jack, Jack-A-Lynn

Jack, Jack-A-Lynn