As we carried our ladders down the street with the wrought-iron gate rows I went home and listened to Jimmie Rodgers in my lunch-break Bought five woodbines at
Beside the garden walls We walk in haunts of ancient peace At night we rest and go to sleep In haunts of ancient peace The love and light we seek The
Send me your picture Send me your pillow Send it through Krishna On the Vanlose stairway Send me your Bible Send me your Gita I want to reach you On
Down the mystic avenue I walk again Remembering the days gone by And I'm knockin' with my heart And all the girls walk by In all their summer fashions
Like a full force gale, I was lifted up again I was lifted up again by the Lord And no matter where I roam I will find my way back home I will always
I'm a dweller on the threshold And I'm waiting at the door And I'm standing in the darkness I don't want to wait no more I have seen without perceiving