Marc Bolan & T Rex
The Friends
0 Satyr come and suck my thumb 'cos you're a little fawn and you need me. On hoofy feet through the windy wheat 'cos you're a little fawn and I'll feed thee. Down the delly way with your belly grey I've some fruit and nuts and a reed 0. And I'll skip with you in the midnight blue and carve fluting pipes for you to play on. In the deeply dark when the wolves loom large I've a snuggly nook 'neath the meadow. Where you'll sleep and be curled and friends with me through the evil night till starling morning.
From Letras Mania