Reithor @Reithor@qoto.org
O come ye young of Hamlyn--you who know my tune so well,
Where it beckons you must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell).
Forget your mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street,
With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath my feet.
(Martin Walkyer, 1990)
Joined Nov 2022
Primer post y sólo se me ocurre rodearme de tumbleweeds.
O come ye young of Hamlyn--you who know my tune so well,
Where it beckons you must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell).
Forget your mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street,
With a shilling in my pocket--and the sky beneath my feet.
(Martin Walkyer, 1990)
Joined Nov 2022
