Siren (Live)

Haste not thine wisdom for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom know I not 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne
Be left without - come!

Thine voice is oh so sweet I speer thine pine
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee
"List and heed" thou say'st
Wistful whistful -
Chancing to lure
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh but for thine ears aye lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote
For what I did my soul atrounced
How I wish for thee again
O! do believe me 'twasn't a frounce
Will I give thee it: Troth.

Thine voice is oh so sweet I speer thine pine
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee
"List and heed" thou say'st
Wistful whistful -
Chancing to lure
Chancing to lure
Skirl and skreigh but for thine ears aye lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro do come here in eath!