Pat Wictor

Spinner of magic, speaker of the unknown spells
Overheard you chanting by the well
Vocie of spirits carried on in by the night
Warm yourself beside this firelight

That calm expression in your face, your eyes seem far away
This looks like a temporary stay
You travel with no burdens, packing nothing but your smile
So forgive me if I don't send your off in style

No, ain't gonna send you off in style
No, ain't gonna send you off in style

Lonely shaman, waiting for the gods to speak
In your sacred circle by the creek
Swelling sound of revelations that you seek
Epic poems and long, sweet melodies

Restless visions, yearnings take you far beyond my reach
Thing I couldn't learn and you couldn't teach
Slipped on out so quiet with your Mona Lisa smile
So forgive me if I don't send you off in style

No, ain't gonna send you off in style
No, ain't gonna send you off in style

A passing cloud, a fleeting apparition
A sparrow wandering through my field of vision
A hummingbird, a mayfly on its longest day
The wind now carries all of them away

I'll think of you when I see the seagulls at play
and wonder at the setting sun each day
Yes, I will miss your magic, you will always make me smile
So forgive me if I don't send you off in style

No, ain't gonna send you off in style
No, ain't gonna send you off in style
No, ain't gonna send you off in style
No, ain't gonna send you off in style