Wretched Wilbur Songtext
von Sandy Denny

The summer was the reason why it took so long to see
That even if I do possess some seeds of honesty
There is no garden, so how come I have no land?
I shall be waiting here a while to see what comes to hand


Mise is mise and compromise, I know what I have seen
The wanderers are in the east, that′s where I should have been
But I did not go there, I couldn't find the way
I do believe I made a try, but I really couldn′t say

Oh, that wretched Wilbur, he keeps plowing up the land
He fights the battle thoughtfully with roses in his hands
But where is the fight now, Sir Plushe Mary Song?
The autumn it has blown away and the winter it is long