For Mr. Thomas Lyrics by Robin Williamson
From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
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From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
Let me be where love is born
To sail upon a scallop shell
When old jack frost has threatened his worst
And fallen from branch to briar
Running from home full of hope
Green as dope and living on our dreams