I heard the chimes at twelve o'clock
Ring in a brand new year;
And beyond the noise of all the news
I listened hard to hear
Spring chased old man winter from his place
And silenced him with her capricious face
Sometimes a tear, sometimes a smile;
She would beguile
When twilight's spectral fingers fold
Sweet blossoms of each hue;
Some half opened bud will hold
Its pearls of evening dew.
I go by myself walking
I hear myself talking;
Then as I deliberate
On the direction of my fate
Each gleaming light shines like a sun
Expanding awesomely in curling fires;
Each cloud forms a grotesque face
A face that knows not its bizarre desires.
A light shone through my door
Liquid from the moon above;
I stood inside my bedroom
And felt the glow of love.
There was a camel that trots a lot,
He trotted his way from Camelot;
Climb up the hill where gypsies hide,
And breathe on the wind of a restless tide;
Where notes of sorrow from a violin,
Cry out to the night from a heart within.