February
A Shape from a Shadow
Come the Harvest
A Seaman Returning
The Mermaid
A Villains Discourse
Ten Years Gone
The Governess
Napoleon
To New Amsterdam
Apollonia

Ten Years Gone

Artwork by: 
Alex Lange

Hard, hard, hard, hard to believe My lady’s found another love; she loves him more than me, But I swear one day I will take my lady back again, There is no one who could keep my love from me. Hard, hard, hard, hard to understand This bastard was the meanest man to ever take her hand He was eight feet tall with a fist built like a cannonball, But there’s no one who could keep my love from me.

And its ten years gone, I’m still hoping she’ll be coming home, Ten years gone Ten years gone and I’m hassling the prostitutes, The prostitutes don’t make me wait that long.

Strange, strange, strange, strange as it seems, My true love left her new love for a girl who worked the streets, And as times grew hard they would stand upon the promenade, In their negligee they prayed for company.

And its ten years gone, I’m still hoping she’ll be coming home, Ten years gone Ten years gone and I’m hassling the prostitutes, The prostitutes don’t make me wait that long.

Days, weeks, months, years passed me by, When out the blue, some bastard threw his fist in to my eye, He was eight feet tall and he took my love, as I recall There was one man who could keep my love from me. Strange, strange, strange, strange as it seems, I knew the face, the negligee; the girl who worked the streets, Then she kicked my balls, said; your true love is no longer yours, There was one girl who could keep my love from me.

And its ten years gone, I’m still hoping she’ll be coming home, Ten years gone Ten years gone and I’m hassling the prostitutes, The prostitutes don’t make me wait that long.