In the not so distant future
from a past not far away

where the "twain" does meet and greet the early dawn;

and the "well at purse" can do no worse
but fetch a castle high;

with his minions outside shivering on the lawn,
hence greet the early vagabond.

Back then the primitive did hail
we've not flagged too far since

obligated and elated either way;

but you tell me if you'd agree
if we'd have half a chance

with his minions outside hovering through the grey;
the early vagabond has finally learned to pray.

My vision blurs my eyes grow tired
and we haven't much light left,

fire at will or let your eyes be still with love,

we're not impressed if that's your best,
guess it's best to be the breeze

with his minions all circling high above;
early vagabonds had spirits like the dove.