Where do you go ...

 Where do you go ,

my Lovely .

A stranger through the

halls

of Gods' house

What do you hold 

in your hands of gold , my Lovely

poor as a Church mouse

What do you become ,

my Lovely

seeing through eyes

that spy the walls

with your' training and nous

Where do you go ,

my Lovely

in the dim moon light ?

Night without stars

call out 

.