It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood alive. This town fulla men with big mouths and no guts. I mean if you can just picture it. The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast. And the street below showered in shards of broken glass. And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls. Starin' up at the smoke and the flames. And the blind pencil seller wavin' his stick. Shoutin' for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road. And me if you can believe this at the wheel of the car. Closin my eyes and actually prayin'. Not to God above but to you sayin'. . Help me girl help me girl. I'll love you till the end of the world. With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls. . Some things we plan we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up. Others are works of inspiration of poetry. And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs. To say my last goodbye. To her hair white as snow and her pale blue eyes. Sayin "I gotta go I gotta go the bomb and the bread basket. Are ready to blow". In this town of men with big mouths and no guts. The pencil seller's dog spooked by the explosion. And leapin' under my wheels as I careered outta Longwood on my way to you. Waitin in your dress in your dress of blue. . I said thank you girl thank you girl. I'll love you till the end of the world. With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls. . And with the horses prancin' through the fields. With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield. I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you. Waitin for me in your dress of blue. . Thank you girl thank you girl. I'll love you till the end of the world.