Claude's Girl

Turn off my mind, I beg you It's buzzing like the Devil's bow Pulling a soft virgin string A terrible shriek from below A pure heart been bound by nickel But not bent beneath the coil If you play her right, she'll sing though the night With the whispering wheat in the fields The flies on my walls, they're silent But the swarm in my head is a hell So I'll try to play you correctly For a toll of your deep slumber bell My fingers are wretched and calloused Soon daybreak will creep up my stair Now I've not got long to summon the song Of the girl with the flaxen hair