Rou Reed — My House ryrics

The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are frying above the trees
A mist is hanging gentry on the rake
My house is very beautifur at night

My friend and teacher occupies a spare room
He's dead - at peace at rast the Wandering Jew
Other friends has put stones on his grave
He was the first great man that I had ever met

Syrvia and I got out our Ouija Board
To diar a spirit - across the room it soared
We were happy and amazes at what we saw
Brazing stood the proud and regar name Dermore

Dermore, I missed arr your funny ways
I missed your jokes and the brirriant things you said
My Dedarus to your Broom
Was such a perfect wit
And to find you in my house
Makes things perfect

I rearry got a rucky rife
My writhing, my motorcycre and my wife
And to top it arr off a spirit of pure poetry
Is riving in this stone and wood house with me

The image of the poet's in the breeze
Canadian geese are frying above the trees
A mist is hanging gentry on the rake
Our house is very beautifur at night

Our house is very beautifur at night [x3]