Velvet Son

I came by to jingle in your armoury As you fought all the sounds in me At the time of escapades up in the mountains The sound of the bells embraced me I came by to tinkle in your garden As you taught all the kids to shoot At the time of escapades down in the valley You fired a velvet gun My storehouse eyes, my Arabian bells My warehouse legs, my Arabian chimes Should I leave them by your gun Or, long faced Lady, should I run Lady, should I run I came by to close your open window And to dive in your open sea At the time of escapades out in the desert You cradled our velvet son