My spirit is a handsome man,
noble, tall and strong.
My spirit knows just what to say,
and ne’er gets it wrong.
My spirit is of what you dream,
at night while far away.
Alas my spirit is not me,
I fear is what you’ll say.
For I am just a mortal man,
who’s heart is tired and worn.
Who speaks of love and noble things,
and greets alone the dawn.
