How have you been, my darling children
While I have been away in the
West?
Though you are strangers
I feel like I know you
By the way that you treat me and offered to feed
me and eagerly ask if I'll stay for a rest
Now sit yourselves down
in a pile here before me
I wish I had presents for
each of your smiles
But I have been traveling
without much to carry
Just a broken guitar case
with tape on the side
A bag and a few signs to
help me get right
But here are some beads from
the throat of a princess
Who reigned in the years round 200
B .C.
Divide them and wear them and
make sure to share them
Cause I want you to have them in hopes that you'll
be as lovely as the lady who gave them to me
And here is a strange
European guitar string I found
on the floor of a club in
Marseille
It's fat for the third string and
skinny for the fourth string
But I kept it in hopes that
I'd use it someday
It's funny how people just
keep things that way
And here is a turtle from the
Long
Island
Expressway
He says that his home has
been covered with tar
So I gave him a ride on the
back of my suitcase
And he says that he'd like
to stay here in your yard
At long last his life won't
be quite so hard
How have you been, my darling children
While I have been away in the west
Though you are strangers,
I feel like I know you
By the way that you treat me
and offer to feed me
And eagerly ask if I'll stay for rest
By the way that you treat me
and offer to feed me
And eagerly ask if I'll stay for rest