Calloway

Lyrics

There ought to be a seat, there ought to be some green Where these four corners meet, the trees ought to be seen We'll make a space for Calloway We'll make a space for Calloway We'll stay outside instead, it darkens ever deep These bricks will make a bed, where rolling watchmen sleep We'll make a space for Calloway We'll make a space for Calloway There's nothing but a broom, a half a dozen loaves The room has lost its bloom, its purples and its mauves