Sandy Denny Wretched Wilbur
(Sandy Denny) The summer was the reason Why it took so long to see That even if I do possess Some seeds of honesty There is no garden So how come I have no land? I shall be waiting here awhile To see what comes to hand Misers, mice, and compromise I know what I have seen The wanderers are in the east That's where I should have been But I did not go there I couldn't find the way I do believe I made a try But I really couldn't say Oh, that wretched Wilbur He keeps ploughing up the land He fights the battle thoughtfully With roses in his hands But where is the fight now? So play us your merry song The autumn, it has blown away And the winter, it is long
