Post by keith on May 24, 2021 6:58:31 GMT -5
Among the rhododendrons, there’s a secret hidden place
The walls are hung with tapestries of diamond dewdrop lace,
The roof is jade and emerald, the floor is paved with gold
And we often go and visit, when the outside world is cold.
Me and Molly Perkins have been friends since time began
We share our secret fantasies, as only good friends can,
She knows what I am thinking, and she knows when I’m in pain
She knows the jokes that cheer me up, and make me laugh again.
Her pigtails are unwinding now, her dress is marked and torn
The scratches on her china face make her look so forlorn,
But every now and then, I see the twinkle in her eyes
The kind of twinkle that the marks of time just cant disguise.
I dress her every morning, and we go out for a walk
To our haven in the garden, where we gaily laugh and talk,
For she means so very much to me, in lots of different ways
And she adds a touch of magic to my dark and rainy days.
She tells me not to take such heed of cranky doctor Bell
Then sing a song together, that she says will make me well,
And afterwards we drifted off, and fell into a dream
Where we bathed my fragile body in a sparkling mountain stream
Then my mother came to fetch me, it was nearly time for tea
So I picked up Molly Perkins, and I held her close to me,
When I walked without my walking stick, my mother rubbed her eyes
Then held her breath in wonderment, at such a great surprise.
But Molly Perkins winked at me, and I winked back again
And she knew what I was thinking, in a way I cant explain,
Of the song we sang together in that mystic magic dream
And the cool and sparkling waters in that flowing mountain stream…
The walls are hung with tapestries of diamond dewdrop lace,
The roof is jade and emerald, the floor is paved with gold
And we often go and visit, when the outside world is cold.
Me and Molly Perkins have been friends since time began
We share our secret fantasies, as only good friends can,
She knows what I am thinking, and she knows when I’m in pain
She knows the jokes that cheer me up, and make me laugh again.
Her pigtails are unwinding now, her dress is marked and torn
The scratches on her china face make her look so forlorn,
But every now and then, I see the twinkle in her eyes
The kind of twinkle that the marks of time just cant disguise.
I dress her every morning, and we go out for a walk
To our haven in the garden, where we gaily laugh and talk,
For she means so very much to me, in lots of different ways
And she adds a touch of magic to my dark and rainy days.
She tells me not to take such heed of cranky doctor Bell
Then sing a song together, that she says will make me well,
And afterwards we drifted off, and fell into a dream
Where we bathed my fragile body in a sparkling mountain stream
Then my mother came to fetch me, it was nearly time for tea
So I picked up Molly Perkins, and I held her close to me,
When I walked without my walking stick, my mother rubbed her eyes
Then held her breath in wonderment, at such a great surprise.
But Molly Perkins winked at me, and I winked back again
And she knew what I was thinking, in a way I cant explain,
Of the song we sang together in that mystic magic dream
And the cool and sparkling waters in that flowing mountain stream…
your glorious poetry 
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
