Up in my room on my unmade bed br I sat and read. br There was work waiting for me below. br I didn't go. br For in my little green room the song br Flickered along. br If the singer had seen the way it fared br She would have stared, br Have wondered and stared at me who read br With tumbled bed, br Wide-open window, wide-open door, br Books on the floor. br Hers was a disciplined, comely, wise br Christina-guise. br But what's the hell of a mess to me br When I am free br And wind blows in and a delicate song br Flickers along.