Tone Poem

C G Am F
In the sanctuary of private rhetoricy
When a bustling crowd intrudes
Where rival ship meets no incentive
To impale its reckless course
Where all is lulled to peace and quiet
Is of all places the most appropriate
To illuminate the sparkling fires of love
And receive in turn the electro-darts of sweet devotion
Doo doo dee dah dee doo doo
Sparkling fires electro-darts