Golden Hair

lean out your window, golden hair
i heard you singing in the midnight air
my book is closed, i read no more
watching the fire dance, on the floor
i've left my book, i've left my room

for i heard you singing through the gloom
singing and singing, a merry air
lean out the window, golden hair...

james doyce, chamber music

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