Mona

Mona, Mona, Mona.

What perplexes you so?

Is it hail on your blue bells

trying in pebbles’ bed to grow?

Is it mud in your horse’s hoof

as he returns from the field?

Or dust on your shoe tops

from hay crops’ golden yield?

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Mona, Mona, Mona.

What do you see beyond the veil?

Is it rainbow festival in cloud shroud

with turkey feast, dance and ale?

Is it burning, torturous fire

destroying sins at sun’s white core?

Or dream land with silver lake

and sweet bird song galore?

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Mona, Mona, Mona.

What occupies your thoughts?

Is it squirrels making winter nests

in pines’ bending emerald lofts?

Is it lack of pence in itchy pocket

and supper you must forego?

Or that man you pass on market street

who at you winks and a kiss blows?

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Mona, Mona, Mona.

What is it you want most?

Is it any gesture I can give you,

my heart’s neglectful host?

Is it his lustful, sparkling eye

that will shatter your present bleak?

Or is it worth my soul to save

all my kisses for your cheek?

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Mona, Mona, Mona.

What can man do in love,

but seek celestial guidance

from woman’s maker up above?

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Mona, Mona, Mona.

What must I do to prove

that I’d give you all my pennies,

live to wipe dust from all your shoes?

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Mona, Mona, Mona.

What silence is this!

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Mona, Mona, Mona.

Unlock your soul. That’s my wish.