Wretched Wilbur - Sandy Denny

The summer was the reason

Why it took so long to see

That even if I do possess

Some seeds of honesty,

There is no garden,

So how come I have no land?

I shall be waiting here awhile

To see what comes to hand.

Misers mise and compromise;

I know what I have seen.

The wanderers are in the east;

That’s where I should have been.

But I did not go there;

I couldn’t find the way.

I do believe I made a try,

But I really couldn’t say.

Oh, that wretched Wilbur,