Send my fond regards to Lonelyville nI'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hillnO I'll grow hale on seawater na son on the honey milk nand leave something to loneliness nSweet William will nnI once was there to find the girl that mystic morning's eve nthere in the shade with all things up its leaves nwaking to the marvel to be northern to be free nyou can hear the sound of southern bells follow where she please nnSome with the forked tongues they'd love again to unlearn nsome for a heart a brushed yet stainless urn nyou see some say for a spell well it's the last they're seen or heard nbut for all the night falls for each alone each alone will yearn nnNow say hello to the Blind King nhe was two hands younger and both empty of his Queen nin her place the lone Spade waltzed right in to a silent hymn nsee him bow and bend at twenty one and Jack The Blacksmith's crying nthis is how they come to leave their lonlienessesnnThe weeks will pass in a tennis matchnbefore she for him undresses nfor so long with no point for the Distant Mister andnthe Near Misses nt'will be love, love from above when at length the arrow hisses nnThe waterfall wallpaper clings to its dear life nour two-d holiday burns clear through the night nthe Holy Lonely lead their piebalds down to the tide nsinging, O no my heart will not be claimed by the fire nnThey cast the Independent Man his anchor and his spear nfirst in gold then out the capitol and through the prism of his tears nthe moon sets to the great purse of the sea like a folding mirror nas pointed for the promise land the Sisters disappear nnI set my prayers tonight for Lonelyville nto fall with the snow at that lone window sill nthe ghost of the Wolf Moonlight to fall on Slater Mill nand leave something to lonliness Sweet William will.