Fitzgerald and Pass...Again

In my solitude you haunt me With reveries of days gone by In my solitude you taunt me With memories that never die I sit in my chair I'm filled with despair There's no one could be so sad With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon

There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day, One magic day he passed my way While we spoke of many things Fools and Kings Th