Walk in heaven, sleeps in bowers of grass!
I'm talking to Laura, in her tower of glass.
Go to where grass blows like sea foam,
Go to the land, where buffalo roam.
Where oceans of stalks, sing like waves.
Leave the commotion, in that city of knaves.
I'm talking to Laura, in her tower of glass.
Go to where grass blows like sea foam,
Go to the land, where buffalo roam.
Where oceans of stalks, sing like waves.
Leave the commotion, in that city of knaves.
