Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.
Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.
To hear the latest Pole / transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips.