song of the blue lady a closed door stands in front of me hiding the faint beat of persian drums and celtic pipes in foggy moors opening slowly to the emerging dirge of love longing to be captured by song blue mist seeps out tumbling and rolling through my feet the singing blue lady becomes form out from the shadows a loo poo wats hords do ma lee a lons to key leeng oon da bass dair ee nair nuf die far der magee doo la as love pulls our hearts towards tomorrow and longs to keep living in the past there is never enough time for the magic to last a loo poo wats hords do ma lee a lons to key leeng oon da bass dair ee nair nuf die far der magee doo la in and out like a cuckoo pushing a large wheeled machine like an over heated steam engine immersing my heart in passion and hope dancing and chanting an ancient sea shanty fading back into the harbor mist the singing blue lady retreats behind the closing door form into shadow love into life