In Search Of Bitter Ore Lyrics

Phideaux In Search Of Bitter Ore

Saints forgive me
I have chosen to wander with the wind
Beside the ragged nasturtiums
I have fasted but for them

Saints preserve me, I was broken
But that was then
Honour avenge me, be my armour
I will follow to the end

CATS 2

I was there, your dear cat faithful
Up the tree by the potting shed
Aye, but I was very careful
Nobody knew
I saw what they did…..