Grab a pint or two of rum,
And right here won’t you come?
And I will tell you a tale,
By the end of which you will be pale.
In the times of peace,
Lived a hapless romantic,
And in time, he moved to Greece,
Searching for the curse called love.
Found a girl of age twenty,
He was overcome with glee.
With her he found love a plenty,
But in time found she was a he.
Shattered, betrayed, broken,
He drifted to another city,
Travelling with a love unspoken,
And what a pity, right beside the Mississippi.
His dreams turned to dust,
And his fiery love to ashes.
And after many years in the middle of august,
Received so many crashes.
He went away into seclusion,
Away from the cruel cold of December.
Lost himself into an otherworldly illusion,
And the girl from Greece all he could remember.
Stepping outside his prison after years,
He went to the land called Greece,
Facing so many forgotten fears,
He longed for his lost peace.
Desperate for love, even fake,
He soon found out she was happy and gay.
And for his life’s sake,
He flew to a land of frost, far far away.
His time soon came,
With his tale lost in time,
Came a stop to his pain,
To the long lost son of mine.