A folk song/love song--wwritten for Helene in 1969--about turning on and feeling love vibrations in Staten Island, NYC, while "just a hobo."
Oh, open up your eyes
And eat my sweet candy
And hold me tight in darkness
And love me, fair Helene.
Oh, I was just a hobo
Trapped in poverty
But one day I spied you
Oh, I'm in love, Helene.
And let me buy you ice cream
Fill your world with glee
People call me "stranger"
Call me 'friend", Helene.
And I don't want your money
Save your Aunt Tootsie
I just want to hug you
And be with you, Helene.