Surrender (Howard)

I will rise some day when the day is done And the stars begin to quiver; I will follow the road of the setting sun Till I come to a dreaming river.

I am weary now of the world and vow Of the winds and the winter weather; I'll reel through a few more years somehow, Then I'll quite them altogether.

I'll go to a girl that once I knew And I will not swerve or err, And I care not if she be false or true For I am not true to her.

Her eyes are fierce and her skin is brown And her wild blood hotly races, But it's little I care if she does not frown At any man's embraces.

Should I ask for a love none may invade? Is she more or less than human? Do I ask for more, who have betrayed Man, devil, god and woman?

Enough for me if she has of me A bamboo hut she'll share, And enough tequilla to set me free From the ghosts that leer and stare.

I'll lie all day in a sodden sleep Through days without name or number, With only the wind in the sky's blue deep To haunt my unshaken slumber.

And I'll lie by night in the star-roofed hut Forgetful and quiet hearted, Till she comes with her burning eyes half shut And her red lips hot and parted.

The past is flown when the cup is full, And there is no chain for linking And any woman is beautiful When a man is blind with drinking.

Life is a lie that cuts like a knife With its sorrow and fading blisses; I'll go to a girl who asks naught of life Save wine and a drunkard's kisses.

No man shall know my race or name, Or my past sun-ripe or rotten, Till I travel the road by which I came, Forgetting and soon forgotten.