The Planters Daughter, Version by Bobby Sikora

When the dark night awakens at the Altantic.

And the hot dancers attracted a bunch of people in,

They say that it’s beauty

Was warming music in their  cool  mouths

And some in the little light

Thought it too happy,

For the house of the planter

Is in the mind of the trees

People that had seen it

Drunk deep inside and were quiet

The girls were talking

Everywhere it went–

While a bell that is ringing

Or a question told bashfully

And the fire was every Sunday.

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September 4, 2008 / 10:51 pm
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