The Lighthouse They that put me here Set me facing the sea, Like a child told to hold Still for a picture. But they gave me a head That turns all the way Around like an owl’s, And one bright eye That appears to sailors To blink But is always open.
The Lighthouse
The Lighthouse
The Lighthouse
The Lighthouse They that put me here Set me facing the sea, Like a child told to hold Still for a picture. But they gave me a head That turns all the way Around like an owl’s, And one bright eye That appears to sailors To blink But is always open.