I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I judged my features, jarred my hair
I pushed my dimples by,
And waited, if they twinkled back
Conviction might, of me
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I told myself, «Take Courage, Friend,
That was a former time
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!»
I turned my Being round and round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
To ask the Owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the Sound
I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there