Closer to me,
Have a seat near the heat.
Have a spot of tea with me.
To the story I'm about to tell,
The moon is full I am filled with soul.
With the tall tale were about to sail!
It's my turn now to bow.
Turning the tables to this old fable,
Of a classic boy and girl.
For it begins in village not to pillage.
But Of love like a flying dove.
Their fate begins at the gate.
Shush shush . . .