She Was Born to Be My Unicorn / Ride a White Swan - Gavin Friday, Maria McKee

She was born to be my Unicorn

(She was born to be my Unicorn)

Robed head of ferns, cat child tutored by the learned

(Cat child tutored by the learned)

Darkly ghostish host

Haggard vizier of the moats

Seeks the sandled shores of Gods baby of the moors

(She was born to be my Unicorn)

The night-mare's mauve mashed mind

Sights the visions of the blinds

Shoreside stream of steam

Cooking kings in cream of scream

(Cooking kings in cream of scream)

Giants of Inca hill

Loosed his boar to gorely kill

The dancing one horned waife

In doublet of puffin-bill

The beast in feast of sound

Kittened lamb on God’s ground

Ridden by the born of horn

Jigged like a muse on life’s lawn

(She was born to be my Unicorn, be my Unicorn)

Ride it all out like a bird in the skyways

Ride it all out like you were a bird

Flyin' all out like an eagle in a sunbeam

Ride it all out like you were a bird

Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days

Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown

Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane

Wear your hair long, babe, you can’t go wrong

Catch a bright star and place it on your forehead

Say a few spells and baby, there you go

Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder

And in the morning you’ll know all you know

(La-da-ti-di-ta, la-da-ti-di-ta…)

Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder

And in the morning you’ll know all you know

Wear a tall hat like the druid in the old days

Wear a tall hat and a tattooed gown

Ride a white swan like the people of the Beltane

Wear your hair long, babe, you can’t go wrong