No more will I call you My Lady, My Love, No more will I call you My Dear, And no more will I call you My Hunny, My Blood, For no more are you anywhere near.
Works. Some put to music, some not. You can hear them elsewhere...CDs, gigs, websites, addresses above. Here they are hammered and nailed into place. So take a goose, a gander, a butcher's hook, and look again when you got time.
