Lovely Girl

Written in Portland, Oregon
November 25, 1974


Oh, my lovely girl, 
My dearest one.  


Dark and lonely  
Without the sun. 


Everyone has a lover
Everyone has gone.  


And alone I fell down
like a broken gun.
Breathless and full of tears, 
I can no longer run.  


From ashes of sadness
Ton over a ton.


Oh, my lovely girl,
My only one.  


You are my life,
You are not anyone.


Fly to Portland
and replace the sun.  


And shine on my heart
with all the fun.