My works and days are fled and chased by arrows of Apollo. What have I been but habits in a shell of reassurances, now cracked.What am I now…
Why should life all work and labor be? We are not the root and crown of nature. Leave us alone. Let us drowse. Let us…
Words and music by Richard Farina, 1965 And it’s hi ho hey, I am a bold marauderAnd it’s hi ho hey, I am the white…