Standard (EADGBE)
Note: Play / this way: x44322, so simply leaving the top note out.
I went to heaven, -
'Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew. No-o man dre-e-w
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I-I cooould be
'Mong such unique
Society, society-y-y.