Corys Three

Bells ring out at night, try to make your mark, then a song beseeches fly, the island’s within sight, a warm embrace by dark, bless me with a sign, dusk falls in green light, five deep at the bar, gargle whisky and Canada Dry, when we climb, to fall for lovers charms, God knows the reasons why, our fame declines, the price near or far, from many a famous night, cosmic scenes of pure delight, your smile cuts through tar, beams like a searchlight, you left a family’s side, but sing like a Lark, a woman who knows her rights, and hangs by the stars.