My Bonnie and Jean
©1975 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded
Here I go back again, up the hill, through the glen,
Out towards the sunset, away from my friends;
I'd like to stay all day, my Bonnie and Jean,
But I've got to go, and comfort the king.
Out through the waste, I struggle in haste,
Into sweet honesty's own bitter taste;
If you want my memory, carry it cautiously,
I'd like to stay all day, and play on the green,
But I've got to go, and comfort the king.
It uses my time, but the duty is mine,
To watch in the dark some great sorrow's decline.
He sits there alone, in his room, on his throne,
He even gave me a chair of my own.
So fare thee well, my Bonnie and Jean,
I've got to go, and comfort the king.
And we'll reconcile a scar and a smile,
The view from the tower runs many a green mile;
He sits there alone, in his room, on his throne,
He even gave me a chair of my own.
So fare thee well, my Bonnie and Jean,
I've got to go and comfort the king.
A great blue reservoir, it isn't very far
If you will sink from wherever you are;
I flinch at your touch ‚ I love you too much.
I bloom like a flower, I'm bursting with power,
I'll place my bets on my own broken hour.
So fare thee well, my Bonnie and Jean,
I've got to go, for I am the king.