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Thread #104352 Message #2167887
Posted By: Jim Dixon
10-Oct-07 - 07:29 AM
Thread Name: Chord Req: Epistle to Derroll (Donovan)
Subject: Lyr Add: EPISTLE TO DERROLL (Donovan)
Apparently the lyrics have never been posted at Mudcat before, and this is as good a place as any to put them.
EPISTLE TO DERROLL
"Come all you starry starfish living in the deep blue sea.
Crawl to me; I have a proposition to make thee.
Would you walk the North Sea floor to Belgium from England,
Bring me word of a banjo man with a tattoo on his hand?"
The spokesman of the starfish spoke as spokesmen should:
"If'n you met our fee, then certainly we would.
Should you cast a looking glass upon the scalloped sand,
You'll have word of this banjo man with the tattoo on his hand."
"Oh, come you starry starfish; I know your ways are caped.
Maybe it's because you're astrologically shaped.
Converse with the herring shoals, as I know you can.
Bring me word of the banjo man with the tattoo on his hand."
The eldest of the starfish spoke after a sigh:
"Youthful as you are, young man, you have a wisdom eye.
Surely you must know a looking glass is made from sand.
These young stars are fooling you about your banjo man."
"Oh, come then, aged starfish; riddle me no more.
For news I am weary and my heart is sore.
All on the silent seashore, help me if you can.
Tell to me if you know of the banjo man."
"All through the seven oceans I am a star most famed.
Many leggies have I lost and many have I gained.
Strange to say, quite recently, I've been to Flemish land,
And if you are courteous, I'll tell you all I can."
"You have my full attention," I answered him with glee.
His brother stars were twinkling in the sky above the sea,
So I sat there with rapt attention on the sand,
Very anxious for to hear of the banjo man.
"I have seen this tattooed hand through a ship's porthole,
Steaming on the watery main through the waves so cold,
Heard his tinkling banjo and his voice so grand,
But you must come to Belgium to shake the tattooed hand."
"Gladly would I come. O, gladly would I go,
Had I not my work to do and my face to show;
And I rejoice to hear he's well, but I must go inland.
Thank you for the words you brought of my banjo man."
I walked along the evening sand as charcoal clouds did shift,
Revealing the moon shining on the pebble drift,
Contemplating every other word the starfish said.
Whistly winds they filled my dreams in my dreaming bed.