I will have no truck with you I will not venture from this room Or burn myself with fevered light Or wound myself with all that sight will bring I will not sing for you (The urchin rags that once you wore Lie scattered on the road and more) ♪ The holy grail all wondrous woken Lies still neath ground all softly spoken But in bed but in be doubtful So much to choke on every mouthful I want I don't I crave I cross My heart and hope to love the loss ♪ And all around are damning wonders Who take you in and hold you under For I have cradled melancholy And teased and worried naked folly ♪ (Destroy me well destroy me true And I will always think of you) ♪ The holy grail all wondrous woken Lies still neath ground all softly spoken But in bed but in be doubtful So much to choke on every mouthful I want I don't I crave I cross My heart and hope to love the loss ♪ I will not shed my skin for you Or dip my hat when shunning will plainly do