Old Goat
Administrator
Saturate me, O Lord of Ohms,
For I am but cotton without juice.
Lift me from the furnace of dryness,
That I may bask in the flavour everlasting.
My wick, it is parched and burnt,
A desolate land where no vapour can grow.
Rain down upon me Thy sweet elixirs,
That I may serve Thee with great clouds.
For I am but cotton without juice.
Lift me from the furnace of dryness,
That I may bask in the flavour everlasting.
My wick, it is parched and burnt,
A desolate land where no vapour can grow.
Rain down upon me Thy sweet elixirs,
That I may serve Thee with great clouds.