The story of a man battered and bruised by love. |
There once lived a man deep in the wood Who patiently waited as he could For a fair maiden to enter his life But all this waiting just gave him strife He waited with the seasons And when asked, he’d give all his reasons That waiting was the right thing He even had on reserve the ring And many a girl made the trek to his home And were able to see how in his existence he was alone A good man was he A man with whom they all wanted to be One took his hand And gave it to a guitar player’s band One took his arm And gave it to another with less charm One took his leg And gave it to a pirate with a peg One took an eye And he was no longer able to cry One took half his brain To give to another who had gone insane One even tried to take his heart But he fought and would not part He struggled, he pleaded, and he wailed But she broke it; off she sailed There once lived a man deep in the wood Who patiently waited as he could For a fair maiden to enter his life But all this waiting just gave him strife And now he sits and never waivers Distracted by all his labors Wanting never to wait anymore For another maiden to shadow his door And he knows to be whole, he will never So he quietly ponders the weather A good man was he A man all men wanted to be |