I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl; Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl. I bring with me when I return to the house that my father's hands made, A crooning bird on a chrystal bough and, o, a sad, sad word!
I take with me where I go a pen and a golden bowl; Poet and beggar step in my shoes, or a prince in a purple shawl. I bring with me when I return to the house that my father's hands made, A crooning bird on a chrystal bough and, o, a sad, sad word!