How have you been my darling children
While I have been away in the west?
Though you are strangers
I feel that I know you
By the way that you treat me and offer to feed me and egarly ask if I'll stay for a rest
Now sit yourselves down in a pile here before me
I wish I had presents for each of your smiles
I have been traveling
Without much to carry
Just a broken guitar case with tape on the sides
A bag and a few signs to help me get rides
Here are some beads from a throat of a princess
Who reigned in the years 'round 200 BC
Divid them and wear them
And make sure you share them
Because I want you to have them in hopes that'll be
As lovely as the lady who gave them to me
Here is a strange European guitar string
I found on the floor of a Club in Marselles
It's fat for the third string and too skinny for the fourth string
But I keep in hopes I may use it someday
It's funny how people just keep things that way
Here is a turtle from a Long Island Expressway
Says that his home has been covered with tar
So I gave him a ride on the back of my suitcase
And he wants to stay here in your yard
At long his life won't be quite so hard
How have you been my darling children?