Andrew Calhoun

Sweet William 

©2005 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded.

She's like a lantern in winter,
She's like a lantern in winter.
Glass in the cold, spark of the old, 
She's like a lantern in winter. 
"Come to my window, sweet William,
Come to my window, sweet William. 
Come on and dance, you'd kill for the chance, 
Come to my window, sweet William." 

Seasons are shattered and rising, 
Seasons are shattered and rising 
From your shifting selves, like rocks on rock shelves, 
Seasons are shattered and rising. 

She comes to tease you with poems, 
She comes to tease you with poems 
That prickle your fur, that go beyond her, 
She comes to tease you with poems. 
You stole a pig's soul for the money, 
You stole a pig's soul for the money. 
You wandered on down to the far side of town 
Where you stole a pig's soul for the money.

Seasons are shattered and rising 
Seasons are shattered and rising 
From your shifting selves, like rocks on rock shelves 
Seasons are shattered and rising 

You all were tiddly winkers, 
And carelessly breathing deep thinkers 
Who traded your gifts where the sunflower lifts 
To the sun's little secret from blinkers.