The chords came on my old nylon string guitar, de-tuned to my strange G tuning. It was dreamy and other worldly. I became anxious for a beautiful, imagined, innocent woman who seemed to be called Belinda May. Here, friends and enemies were all around her. Mixed together in a crowd. All talking at once. In a wicked world, innocence is rarely believed. If is, it becomes a target for the wicked.

Oh, my lovely Belinda May

Caught in the middle of what you say
What you say

Oh, my people get ready to fight
The sabre-toothed tiger
Is ready to bite
Ready to bite

Follow me, follow me
Down to the river
Oh, follow me, follow me
Down to the river
So wide
Flowing faster

Just a little closer
Just a little longer
Just a little closer
Just a little longer
So many good friends

(SOLO)

Oh, my lovely Belinda May

Caught in the middle of what you say

What you say

Follow me, follow me

Down to the river

Oh, follow me, follow me

Down to the river

So wide

Flowing faster

Just a little closer

Just a little longer

Just a little closer

Just a little longer

So many good friends

Oh, my lovely Belinda May

Caught in the middle of what you say

What you say