Atop the hills of Xanadu
My kingdom gave to you
the riches of a richer love
and all over a spectacular view.
I could reign down riches
like any mortal man
or I could give you love's delight
like only a lover can.
Not ever seen in reality
as reality is our prison
but only in our dreams
can we reach our true fruition.
A vision is my offering
and whatever I can to get it
my tongue tasted of the immortal spring
and now no mortal can wet it.
For now of my desire bears
the fruit of future dreams
life may not be the best for you
but dreams are always what they seem.
I feel your passions yearning
and I fear the wretched dark
without you there is fire
and the distant calling of a lark.
The lone, sad song of the whipperwill
and mourning doves crying alone,
if ever I should climb this hill
you might just have to throw me a bone.
The darkness now does come on fast
as liars in the dirt
but painted dolls beware me 'cause
I'm wearing love like a shirt.
I've yet to see the emerald isle
with you to face at the end
and forever and ever join me to be
my lover and my friend.
But dreams they do not carry
and I fear I'm bound to earth
for heaven is a step away
and hates my wretched birth.
So I would vye for its attention
and plead to give me you
but all I get are whispers
and the awful, wretched thruth.
