Bayleaf

Once this man I knew had a lovely song to sing to me

All in three: one-two-wee was the way he sang

With a southern twang, he??

A gentle man, we'd owe him

From his dusty days though, he'd been split four ways

Cut to the bone, left alone too many

It only takes these memories to make me want...sigh...

Ahh...

You wanted to survive, had a notion to explain our way

Pending grey and coldness

Tried to woo him to me but the spell I cast was far too weak

To break him free, who woe him

He had a different dance, he had a different song

He had a different sound to follow home

But he didn't believe it

He did not, bay leaf

He didn't believe it

He did not, bay leaf

He didn't believe it at all

He did not, bay leaf

He didn't believe it

He did not, bay leaf

La la la la la...

Well he didn't believe it

He didn't believe it at all

He did not, bay leaf

He didn't believe it at all

He did not, bay leaf

He didn't believe it

He did not, bay leaf

Made his midnight stand with a pale fist

He took a swing, sight unseen, he suffered

Pulled his lover to him

Made his will about the hands of fate

A bit too late, to save him

When he went back home and his mom would drown and mold

He had a different mood, he had a different style

He opened up his love so wide