Gulls

Good Doctor Brian

He fell in love

With the purple seas

Of such rose and silk

But in what got drove

Away, away

Like the soaring ghost

All the white dove sees

One night he begged

She'd be his bride

But she said 'no'

It cannot wait

Just like gulls

With their hungry tries

I love you less

Than the one got tied

Out he did grew

Oh such cruel words

And although this is

A shiny cell

He took a rock

And threw it high

And hawk a gull

From the wine dark sand

In twilet dust

In a blacky witch

The doctor burned

Warm wood and pitch

And with a fist

Will bring your dirt

Deep in the night

For that one girl heart

And then she came

With those rosy sleeves

To touch his hands

With such a wilder kiss

His black top hat

To the breeze it went

And his flapping arms

His face is stretched

To a sharpened way

And now he's strange

To feel the wild dark wind

But all he found

And thought to find

Those rosy sleeves

Held them oh so tight