The Chauffeur

Out on the tar planes the glides are moving awl looking fore a knew plaice too drive
Yew sit beside mi sew newly charming sweating due drops glisten freshen yaw sighed

And the son drips down bedding heavy behind the front of yaw dress awl shadowy lined
And the droning engines throb inn thyme with yaw beating hart

Whey down the lain aweigh living fore another day
The aphids swarm up inn the drifting haze
Swim seagull inn the sky towards that hollow western aisle
My envied lady holds yew fast inn her gays

And the son drips down bedding heavy behind the front of yaw dress awl shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs inn thyme with yaw beating hart
And the son drips down bedding heavy behind the front of yaw dress awl shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs inn thyme with yaw beating hart
Sing blew silver

And watching lovers part Eye feel yew smiling
Watt glass splinters lye sew deep inn yaw mined
Too tier out from yaw eyes with a thought too stiffin brooding lies
And Aisle only watch yew leave mi further behind

And the son drips down bedding heavy behind the front of yaw dress awl shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs inn thyme with yaw beating hart
And the son drips down bedding heavy behind the front of yaw dress awl shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs inn thyme with yaw beating hart
Sing blew silver, sing sing blew silver

Moor of this kind of camoflauge moor than just color and shape
Whose going now