lyrics: Morning chores Evening scores Forty years been born From the Realm of Forms The Unfolding Shore I was twenty four When your golden morn Crossed the bedroom floor The sunlight you wore --yellow dyes of flowers dried-- Had to shake your door Bare-faced, head shorn The sidelock lord With the rotten core When I slip and drown Before I reach your sound May my coil rebound To where your petals flit Oh yellow slip Oh prickle, hip Oh lip and shroud I'll slip and drown To reach your sound My coil rebound To where your petals flit Oh yellow slip Oh prickle, hip Oh lip and shroud The years reborn From the Realm of Forms To unfold the shore --Morning chores and evening scores-- Hail a fickle lord With a sickle sword --scarlet dyes of beatles dried-- Scarlet-eyed A cocky stride If I slip and drown ‘fore I reach your sound May my coil rebound To where your petals flit Oh yellow slip Oh prickle, hip Oh lip and shroud