I can feel a difference,
today, a difference.
All of us in a our towns
fearing God like a mistress.
We lay on our box, in the sun,
watching you and your women.
Sat up and blinked when you appeared
So pale you were nearly clear.
Later I stumbled to my bed
all alone in the branches.
I laid in the dark
thinking about all of my friends and their changes
And I do not know if you know just what you have done.
You were the sweetest one I have ever laid my eyes upon.
It's a beautiful town with the rain coming down,
Blackberry, Rosemary, Jimmy Crack Corn.
You've got the run of the place now that you're running around.
And may kindness, kindness, kindness abound.
In this hour of our lives,
our effortless plenty.
How do we know which parts of our hearts
want what with such base generosity?
Taking so many photographs,
so amazed, we've never seen a baby so newly born.
And the bulbs do flash as bright as morning;
this crowd keeps on gathering like an electric storm.
The phantom of love moves among us at will,
each phantom in us has got an angel.
So confused, like the wagging ghost tail of a bulldog,
kindness, kindness prevails!
Kindness prevails!
Ties and rails, ties and rails,
fall into lines bearing kindness.
Where will you go if not here;
What will you say when you write to us?
And this is a world of terrible hardship
everywhere on our search for words to set you at ease.
But there in the looking glass a kite is soaring
still in my roaring heart and my trembling knees.
Clean as a breeze, bright as a day,
all of the people gather to say,
Sweet Esame, sweet Esame.
Oh, oh, oh...
I believe love will always surround you,
brave as a bear, with a heart rare and true.
But If you are scared, if you are blue,
I've prepared a small song for you
Sweet Esame, sweet Esame.