Send my fond regards to Lonelyville    I'm staying in my well-appointed valley on the hill   O I'll grow hale on seawater    a son on the honey milk    and leave something to loneliness    Sweet William will       I once was there to find the girl that mystic morning's eve    there in the shade with all things up its leaves    waking to the marvel to be northern to be free    you can hear the sound of southern bells follow where she please       Some with the forked tongues they'd love again to unlearn    some for a heart a brushed yet stainless urn    you see some say for a spell well it's the last they're seen or heard    but for all the night falls for each alone each alone will yearn       Now say hello to the Blind King    he was two hands younger and both empty of his Queen    in her place the lone Spade waltzed right in to a silent hymn    see him bow and bend at twenty one and Jack The Blacksmith's crying    this is how they come to leave their lonlienesses      The weeks will pass in a tennis match   before she for him undresses    for so long with no point for the Distant Mister and   the Near Misses    t'will be love, love from above when at length the arrow hisses       The waterfall wallpaper clings to its dear life    our two-d holiday burns clear through the night    the Holy Lonely lead their piebalds down to the tide    singing, O no my heart will not be claimed by the fire       They cast the Independent Man his anchor and his spear    first in gold then out the capitol and through the prism of his tears    the moon sets to the great purse of the sea like a folding mirror    as pointed for the promise land the Sisters disappear       I set my prayers tonight for Lonelyville    to fall with the snow at that lone window sill    the ghost of the Wolf Moonlight to fall on Slater Mill    and leave something to lonliness Sweet William will.