Calico Contralto
Calico Contralto
we sat on her veranda
she sang the language of angels
more blissful than Nirvana
The song flowed from her belly
tripped her tongue with ecstacy
an inner shekinah enwrapt her
and time turned to eternity
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Her voice lay o’er the valley
Calico Contralto.
Camped by a spring of water
the song she sang I did not know,
though I played on her piano,
protected by her archers
stood around our dargle
looking out for searchers
*
Oh! that vale is green in shades
oh! the view is fair
oh! the trees delightful
delicious the fruit they bear.
*
Her song was mellowed velvet
Calico Contralto
we sat on her veranda.
The song she sang, I did not know
though I played on her piano
[the tongue being one I had not learned]
she sang with such beauty of love
our melted hearts just turned.
