Sat in front of the Yorkshire range
Hills of coke
To warm us
A flame for us to look at
I bought you a flame
Which describes true loves fame
To warm us as we walk love’s lane.
I like to draw on what is handy
My heart like yours would melt
As tender love is felt
To keep you warm is my desire
So, here’s some fuel for the fire.
Black powder from smoke
I like to scrape the soot from the fire back
With you sat in front of our Yorkshire range.
He had become the star of performance…Rock and Roll circus the stones had found where they were,and were building. The piece of slate was on my knee eye burning,sensations ,exploiting,patience,combining using mind stretch set to imbue.Only one flight’s right in full flight Mick Jagger.