John Bottomley Fly With Your Shadow
It was on a chilly evening A man and his shadow did wake On hollow lane after sundown In a chair by the fireplace Across the road lived a woman Mysterious and beautiful From her house came the music Keys to the secrets of the earth The shadow ached for a visit The man said no I cannot spy The shadow lifted his parting glass Something inside the man died The shadow was his rebel Fiddlin' for the devil Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow The man became a writer He wrote of pearl upon pearl Comic book character in the sunshine But something was missing from his world A tappin' on his door crept one midnight There was something he secretly yearned A gifted young prince stood on his doorstep His shadow had returned How did you receive your own flesh and bones What of the woman my friend She gave me everything the shadow replied When she kindly took me in Now the shadow used his skill Low down shakin' chill Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow she was poetry herself said the shadow starry-eyed and wise he revealed I can show you Jupiter I can show you Juno if you kindly sign this deal Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow Fly with your shadow
