Velvet Son

I came by to jingle in your armoury

As you fought all the sounds in me

At the time of escapades up in the mountains

The sound of the bells embraced me

I came by to tinkle in your garden

As you taught all the kids to shoot

At the time of escapades down in the valley

You fired a velvet gun

My storehouse eyes my Arabian bells

My warehouse legs my Arabian chimes

Should I leave them by your gun?

Or long-faced Lady should I run?

Lady should I run?

I came by to close your open window

And to dive in your open sea

At the time of escapades out in the desert

You cradled our velvet son

My storehouse eyes my Arabian bells

My warehouse legs my Arabian chimes

Should I leave them by your gun?

Or long-faced Lady

My storehouse eyes my Arabian bells

My warehouse legs my Arabian chimes

Should I leave them by your gun?

Or long-faced Lady should I run?

Lady should I run?