Haven, Mass

Cobbled to your trail
Bevel through the speech
In the harbors I was hanging on
Cradled wrought and weak
Hardly aching for your drum
I’ll be able when you’re airborne

Peddle all the marble
Tell them all, ‘Be missing me’
Fought from the mainstay
Unhung from a halter
I am back from Baltic, now
It’s been raining

Now I’m having
You are haven, dear

Pond in north face eyes
Center’s sable
Just like cinders in a prairie fire

Pave in the broad charring up the tall trees mawde’em
Well it’s maple for their deputy

Got another novel
And I’d wash down ravines
You’re my main in

How that you have altered
Sure is to some fine degree
It’s not careening

I am having
You are haven, dear

(I am having
You are haven, dear)