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 wonít maybe will

All fall down