James Joyce
Golden Hair
Lean out the window, golden hair
I heard you singing in the midnight air
My book was closed, I read no more
Watching the fire dance on the floor

I've left my book, I’ve left my room
For I heard you singing through the gloom
Singing and singing a merry air
Lean out of the window, golden hair

Lean out of the window, golden hair
Golden hair, golden hair
Golden hair, golden hair