Il testo della My house

The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
My house is very beautiful at night
My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
He's dead - at peace at last the wandering jew
Other friends has put stones on his grave
He was the first great man that i had ever met
Sylvia and i got out our ouija board
To dial a spirit - across the room it soared
We were happy and amazes at what we saw
Blazing stood the proud and regal name delmore
Delmore, i missed all your funny ways
I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said
My dedalus to your bloom
Was such a perfect wit
And to find you in my house
Makes things perfect
I really got a lucky life
My writhing, my motorcycle and my wife
And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry
Is living in this stone and wood house with me
The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are flying above the trees
A mist is hanging gently on the lake
Our house is very beautiful at night
Our house is very beautiful at night x3