The Question
Jun. 13th, 2006 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knights_say_nihRandom and Gorlim. Yes, folks, I am rereading old poetry anthologies, and yes I'm basically CRYING from the childhood memories, but there you go.
1.
If I could teach you how to fly
Or bake and elderberry pie
Or turn a sidewalk into stars
Or play new songs on old guitars
Or if I knew the way to heaven,
The names of night, the taste of seven
And owned them all, to keep or lend-
Would you come and be my friend.
2.
You cannot teach me how to fly.
I love the berries but not the pie.
The sidewalks are for walking on,
And an old guitar has just one song.
The names of knight cannot be known,
The way to heaven cannot be shown.
You cannot keep, you cannot lend-
But I still want you for my friend.
1.
If I could teach you how to fly
Or bake and elderberry pie
Or turn a sidewalk into stars
Or play new songs on old guitars
Or if I knew the way to heaven,
The names of night, the taste of seven
And owned them all, to keep or lend-
Would you come and be my friend.
2.
You cannot teach me how to fly.
I love the berries but not the pie.
The sidewalks are for walking on,
And an old guitar has just one song.
The names of knight cannot be known,
The way to heaven cannot be shown.
You cannot keep, you cannot lend-
But I still want you for my friend.
