Stacey Grove lyrics
Song information
Artist: Marc Bolan And T. Rex Album: Prophets Seers ...
Lyrics
Stacey grove he's a roaming prophet of mine Hat full of wine Stacey grove he's a roving catcher of skies Forecaster of eyes, so no lies
Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to zeus He drinks acorn juice
Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet
Antelope head his beard skylark red Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood And now that the gate of his evening is late He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog
Oh he's a nice cat
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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