Slope Song (The Essex Green)

These day of canvassing the ground It's a careful step or two into town Tracing one of every sign Six million cracks don't lie There's ice upon the veil this year It's hard to keep one's frozen head clear Read the color on my cheeks Or dripping nose tv's Gonna find out There's a wave upon the Corney shore That drowns the old fat lady's roar There's a locket full of sand And a terror wind by hand Gonna find out These days I look up now and then The slope seems a familiar friend When it's lines have left my palm In queerness and in calm Gonna find out Gonna find out