Marc Bolan
The Wizard
Walking in the woods one dayI met a man who said that he was magicWonderful things he saidPointed hat upon his headKnew why people laughed and criedWhy they lived and why they diedShadows followed him aroundHe walked the woods without a single soundGolden eagles at his doorCats and bats played on the floorSilver sunlight in his eyesThe wizard turned and melted in the sky.
From Letras Mania