Come 27
Bill Mumy
Circle the souls
X marks the spot
The water runs cold
The needle bites hot
A word of advice
That someone forgot
All fall down
Come 27
All go to Heaven
Come 27
Little Boy Blue
Come blow your harp
Such a sweet girl too
A light in the dark
And the poet who drew a line to depart
All fall down
Paradise found
The king of the hill
Determined and bound
His own voice to still
Now the next one in line
Maybe won’t maybe will
All fall down