Epiphony

Epiphony

The old days are coming
Old days
When old songs were sung
Old old old song
My song sung days ago
Solo performance
Out of the air
Sure to fascinate the ladies
Sung with brilliance
And wrapped in care
That all could ever hear
That all could sing it
Once it was sung
And ne'ermore need I
To sing it again
For over every dale
Could be heard hands
Singing my song
Til the cows come home
And the pigeons to roost
And the mockingbirds
Crew all the while long