red scarf, blue scarf

Red scarf, blue scarf;
I like to wear a red scarf
When I walk downtown.

Virgel wears a blue scarf,
works at the banking mercantile.
Johnny has a red one too;
We drink at the corner bar.

Heather wears a black scarf,
tucked under her chin.
Little wide kneed waitress
at the city bus stop.
Dreams of singing in a
rock and roll band.

The wind is cold;
The north wind blows
In my nose and down my throat,
A cool breath for my August chest.

A bottle of port and
an old sea chantey.

I like to wear my red scarf
when the cold wind blows.