Foot in the polyphonic world

 
A sound vicar who saw his own light
As a girl blue beneath his midnight
That music sunbeam inside a man
Maybe your baby made other plans,

While the talking book says rendition
Flows a fender road of superstition
I will be loving you always decision
Harmonica played to an inner vision,

Nor a Saturn contusion to take part
By no ordinary pain in their heart
To yearn for those times believing
But a pastime paradise ever fleeting.