Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1965, 2020

There is an island in the sea
Where there waits Penelope

Beauty is her second name
Burns in me a golden flame

Though this may seem a faerie-tale
I know she will never fail

Though my wife she will remain
I must leave now for the Scarlee Main

She'll be forever true to me
For I love Penelope

Beauty grows upon her face
Aging years won't take its place

Flowers in our garden grow
Saying I should never go

I, Odysseus, travel forth
To the east and to the north