Hair That Red

My friend Nick was made up of coloured bits
That he shot to the stars and left in a trail
That was our friend Nick, who grinned like a lunatic
And talked like a bird, who knew all the old song words;
«He's a smoker, he’s a joker, he’s a midnight toker»
And «Help me I think I’m falling in love again.»
A son, a brother, a father and my mother always said
«You've gotta love a man with hair that red.»
My friend Nick, a bundle of scattered bits
That once in a while he tried to collect
The only things left big enough to hold him in
Were rivers and dreams
He told me he’d love me when we were sixty
He’s a sun, and a spring, and a blocked up darling
She said, «You've gotta love a man with hair that red.»
Our friend Nick was made of a billion bits
And we’ll only ever know four or three each
But as the song goes, «Life is but a tapestry
Of rich and royal hue,»
And you’ve a cloak fit for a lion King
And in case you’re still wondering
Indeed we loved you man with hair that red