The little boy of china clay

The little boy of china clay,
The little boy of china clay.

Up where the mountains stay,
the little boy of china clay.

The night, stars and bright.
A gilded axe, the frightened bird's flight.

Out of sight...
out of sight.

The little boy, out all night.

There, in the corner
of the misty music of silent preludes.

There, the albatross hangs dead
and among all other things said,
there lives..

The little boy of china clay
and all the little games he used to play.

4th Apr, 05
2:25 AM