I should have kept on walking from the nasty people in my life

Only caused me trouble and strife

Now I’m in a better place, hopefully see who’s good for me

To pollinate my senses like a bee and sing loud and free

My depressing songs do cheer me up

Roy Harper’s voice echoes from my lungs

Perhaps a possession is going onI seem to have a following in the Merlin

The great wizard must be casting spells

Way up in the fells

Perhaps what I sing is not what people hear

Music, writing and friends are what I hold dear

Learning Welsh is a challenge

Especially with a mind made out of grunge

And Kurt looks on from space and says

Well done boyo, well not really as he is from Seattle