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.