tule's blues

oh tule, it's on account of you that i've been weeping, here behind my hand, it's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert, oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes, you, who always sang and played while the green vespers rang, in the heart of the hillside, it's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other, you and me, sweet and slightly out of key, like the sound of a running down calliope, oh tule, it's once i was your knight in golden armor, with the sun behind my hair, my music filled the air with symbols and lightning, oh tule, now can't you see i'm changing like the seasons?, my hair is growing dark, and there's no room left in the ark for a lark with a broken wing, it's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other, and a child's voice, so tender and out of tune, keeps a'praying i'll be singing home soon, oh tule, it's on account of you that i'll be leaving, 'cross the deep salt sea, whatever wild worlds i may see, will be empty without you, it's a sad song we always seem to be singing to each other, and a child's voice, so tender and out of tune, keeps a'praying i'll be singing home soon