Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the
Always out of office hours running with her social
But when daylight and the darkness of the office closed about
Not for this ah not for this her office colleagues came to doubt
It was that look within her
Why did it always seem to say goodbye?
Joan her name was and at
Solitary
She would go and watch the pictures In the National
All alone all
This time with no friend beside
She would go and watch the
All alone.
Will she leave her office
Will she leave her evening
Toil within a friendly
Running later in her leisure?
All alone all
Before the pictures she seemed turned to stone.
Close upon the Turner
Closer than a thought may
Hangs her eye and all the
Leap into a special
All for her, all
All for her, all for Joan.
First the canvas where the
Like a mighty
With a wicked
Leaps for sailors'
Holds her painting.
Oh the
Oh the wicked virile
With its skin of fleck and
Stretching tightening over him.
Wild yet caputured wild yet
By the painter,
Joan is quite enraptured.
Now she edges from the
To another loved more
Where the awful light of
Sunshine falls across the spray,
There the burning coasts of
Open to her pleasure lay.
All alone all
Come away come
All alone.
Lady Mary,
Lady
The Honourable
Polly Tommy from the
Which of these shall hold her now?
Come away come
All alone.
The spray reached out and sucked her
It was hardly a noticed
That Joan was there and is not now(Oh go and tell young Featherstonehaugh)Gone away, gone
All alone.
She stood up
The sun fell
There was no more of London
She went upon the painted
And there she walks for ever
Happy
Beaming
In a happy happy
All alone.
They say she was a morbid girl, no doubt of
And what befell her clearly grew out of
But I say she's a lucky
To walk for ever in that
And as I bless sweet Turner's nameI wish that I could do the same.
