Trip Shakespeare Turtledove
I come back to town today
I've been on the highway for days
Now behind the place she lives
I say into the treetops forgive
You know I trave over mountains
You know I travel my love
There above the phone lines she cools
High into the treetops I call
She has slept alone for days and days
And she knows I travel for pay
You know I travel over mountains
The road I travel is not divine
You know I travel over highways
Come down from above, (my turtledove)
You know I travel my love
