All I want is ears to hear,
The songs you sing when I'm not near.
Don't you hear that sad refrain,
Don't you hear it? Hear it plain . . .
Come at night, with songs to sing,
Try my poems, wear my bling.
Don't you hear that sad refrain,
Don't you hear it? Hear it rain . . . ?
Night means play, I bring,
Try this day, to cling to me,
Sing my blings of poetry.