• The tame lion answers to the lighthouse
    In the distance of the Long Island Sound
    A cry of great grief
    No man can ever know

    Ornery behavior and a tongue like fire
    He was a fighter, he was the royal crown
    Who struck the foes and the liars
    And buried them alive in the dirt so brown
    Where daisies grow, and one more pretty
    Than the rest
    But isn't it a pity
    That the best
    Can't be paired with the girl grown from the ground

    Chorus
    Syllables garlanded and
    Secrecy kept
    That these two kinds of people
    Met under a strawberry red sunset
    In the most romantic preset
    Yet
    This taboo was looked on with cold eyes

    An exotic incense in the blue night
    Drove these secret lovers mad
    In the fire of a passion's radiant light
    These young doves had it bad
    An allusion to a hidden garden
    Lion and daisy in the midst of it all
    Watched as angered eyes slowly hardened
    Their created kingdom destined to fall

    Chorus

    And what became of them?
    This fable in all its rampage
    Was lost in social class mayhem

    As the now tame lion answered to the lighthouse
    In the distance of the Long Island Sound
    A cry of great grief escaped his lips
    And no man could ever know
    The likes of such a daisy
    Lost in a summer frenzy
    Where the cost of romance was learned
    where the lifeless heart was earned