closing time on saturday it was dark

me and uncle samuel were lying in the park

toast towards the moonlight noses in the floor beds

but we know that what we saw we saw

she was naked she was casting bronze and bronze

standing in the lake commits the corporation swans

he was millstone gritty was so raw but wall paul

and we know that what we heard we heard

lady is the water cold tonight

or does the silky moonlight warm your heart to me

or must i hunger for a hundred years again

a never endingly gaze upon your flanks your face