Marc Bolan - Ill Starred Man lyrics

See cloaks hung on his shoulders He hauls by the grip of doom The deeper dove dog of his wildness Was panic-strick beneath my tomb Ill starred man your beaming dreams are lost A stark day in destiny A man grand pitched by the ocean There like a lick greenest frog A scream from the vultures there under Was needed in your afternoon fog Morning after madness had raped him Changeth all the deep on his breast A gentle doze and there lie the oceans Wild weed wove and made his rest nest