Lyrics Abraham - Jack Kerouac , Jack Kerouac & Steve Allen , Steve Allen

Abraham, drinking water by the tents
Pacing up and down the soft sand under the stars
Worrying about villages
Wondering if your vision was real
Or just a foolish importunity in your mind
Yet moving on in the morning anyway with the rattle of packasses
Abraham, the dew is in your beard
Abraham, my eyes are open, you are weird
Abraham, they've brought you, your rooftops are mended
Your women bend no more their heads under the sleepy tent flap
And goats don't ewe and cry no more in the singsong tent-village night
Abraham, I didn't write this right