Augie March - Men Who Follow The Spring The World' Round Lyrics

"Well met, well met", said an old true love
"Well met, well met" said he
"I have just returned from the salt salt sea
And all for the love of thee"

From pole to pole I've spread my soul
O'er sea to august sea
In body, bankroll and bedded sin
I've liked to spread it thin

I saw you in the German eye
I caught you in the head
In hearts beset by Winter's debt
I heard you wonder why

O why, o why do the tender sigh
At first with the breath of me
Then at my leave remember grief
And clouds to fill the sky?

I'll tell you why, your majesty
I'll join you in your balcony
Your lofty arboreal grace
And in my hand your crumbling face

It's for they know that when
You go the anger does awake
And the babies that you bred
Will grow to armies in your wake

That's why the tender in their few
Do seek to touch the heart of you
And round the planet do oft do sing
To make a final honest ring

For love or lack thereof, turn back
All for the love of thee
For love, or thereof, turn back
All for the love

"Well met, well met," the English said
And sailing set for free land
Albeit chained and with a pent up greed
They killed a family

And all before your pretty face
Not once or twice or three
Have men been stirred and thick
And furred as beasts and all for thee

And all for the love of thee
And all for the love of thee