Nomadic Man

Your weathered curls Flutter in the wind like birds Your Weddell Sea colored eyes Marked with lovely furrows Skin of snow, bright face dipped in wisdom's glow You carry a duchenne smile Neath' that rosy button nose Your graciously aged Short, stouted shape Beguiles my moral sense Enticing me to have a taste I know not, who you are Or where you're from But darling it feels like I have known you for a lifetime What's growing inside I cannot subside, so darling Just take my hand Let instinct lead tonight Nomadic man embarking on adventure Traveling in a van, Singing songs of love to nature With your lyre voice Rainstorms peacefully retire While filling me, with unquenchable desire Strip out of your age, your fears, Your doubts and sorrows No more lonely days I've got love that you can borrow Like a compass, let me be the North you follow For tommorow