Blue Collar

O You with the collar of blue, My heart is longing for you. Though to call you I am not free, Wherefore not send to me? O you with the girdle of blue, Long, long do I think of you. Though to seek you I am not free, Wherefore not come to me? Ah, random and pleasure-drawn, To the View Tower you are gone; And a day without your sight Is like three months in its flight.