Oh me, oh my, when art thou time?
A long a time a waiting, patience is fading.
Everyday walking, the rain is coming. Set
forth thou valiant stranger, open the gates
to thy gallant refuge. Myrtle, Birtle, she says.
Cometh my dear, grasped thy into thou arms.
Mumbling and tumbling, hardships passing.
Walking and talking, everyday working.
Swim the seas to thy soil of blessing
Dear cupids and fairies and dwarfs and lilies.
The days are passing, a long a time a waiting.