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• Artiste: Mr Fox
• Titre: The Gay Goshawk
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The gay goshawk came to my window sill; The snow it fell fast & the stars stood still; Oh, won't you take me in from the storm; Won't you take me between your sheets so warm. Gold was the colour of his wings so fair; His eyes they were bold and of silver so rare; As I lay his brown body down upon the pillow; He became a man - lithe as a willow. Don't breathe a word, don't speak don't shout; I can turn the whole world round about; Lay the moon flat on the land; Whisper rope out of flying sand. Whispering women so happy beguiled; Now that he's gone she must care for the child; Jasmine's the colour of his hair; The nut-brown boy with the silvery stare. The night has long gone and the seasons slip by; Knowing seducers still give me the eye; But on cold winter's evenings alone I walk; I watch and I pray for my gay goshawk.