True he was a vocal miracleBut that's only secondaryIt's the soul of the monarch butterflyThat I find a little bit scary Gulf Winds (1976)
With the precision of a hummingbird's heartWas the lord of the monarch butterfliesOne-time ruler of the world of art Gulf Winds (1976)
Perhaps he's just a vehicleTo bear us to the hills of TruthThat's Truth spelled with a great big TAnd peddled in the mystic's boothThere are oh so many miraclesThat the western sky exposesWhy go looking for lilacsWhen you're lying in a bed of roses? Gulf Winds (1976)
Miracles bowl me overAnd often will they do soNow I think I was asleep till I heardThe voice of the great Caruso Bring infinity homeLet me embrace it one more timeMake it the lilies of the fieldOr Caruso in his prime Gulf Winds (1976)