A special kind of man

Myself I made of nothing

and my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

or at least that's what they say



Myself I made of nothing

I'm just an all saran

my brother was a poet

and a very special kind of man



He painted scenes of dragons,

Knights in armour, bold and brave.

And show me how they rescue ladies fair.

And I killed a hundred dragons.

Rescue damsels in this dress

and that really isn't bad,

for a man who wasn't there.



Oh, myself I made of nothing,

my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say.



Myself I made of nothing.

I'm just an all saran,

my brother was a poet,

and a very special kind of man.



He's done so much with his fine words

to brighten up our last.

With his poems of the working man,

There mothers and there wife's.

Had a short life and a sweet one.

Had no time to plot or bland.

my brother was a poet

and a very special kind of man.



Oh, myself I made of nothing,

my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say.



Myself I made of nothing.

I'm just an all saran,

my brother was a poet

and a very special kind of man



Oh, myself I made of nothing,

my head is stuffed with hail.

But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say.



Myself I made of nothing.

I'm just an all saran,

my brother was a poet,

and a very special kind of man.