Idyll

*Jack Vettriano* The Singing Butler

Idyll
 
Far
Away
From
Ice
And
Snow
Is
A
Land
Of
Long
Ago,
Where
Fragrant
Breezes
Always
Blow.
There,
I dance
Upon
The
Sand
In
The
Arms
Of
An
Intriguing
Man,
A
Maid
And
Valet
Standing
By
To
Keep
Us
Dry.
Then
The
Tide
Rolls
In
And
I come
Back
To
Labor
In
My
Daily
Track
With
Work
To
Start,
And
Find
That
I have
Left
My
Heart.