Revelry in city bars To the stale dregs of the spirit Left to stink and lie Midnight swims in the nectar no more And the cold raw class of a night Could be visited with warm affection Holding trails of ice cream traces Hung upon seductive moulds Beside some boys in numbers Being hung for sheep as lambs Then one more ball of malt Pearls of water cast dances in the sunlight Crowned upon our naked arms Dreaming of tobacco freedom When there's promise of a pint Cigarettes burning in the clear mountain air Sheltered cinders in the shell Of Paul's hands These comforts are counted carefully Now naked and forgotten