If ever the lid gets off my head
And lets the brain away
The fellow will go where he belonged -
Without a hint from me,
And the world - if the world be looking on -
Will see how far from home
It is possible for sense to live
The soul there - all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belonged - Without a hint from me, My brain and me.. tony