THE BLUE-EYED GIANT, THE MINIATURE 

 WOMAN AND THE HONEYSUCKLE 



He was a blue-eyed giant, 

He loved a miniature woman. 

The woman's dream was of a miniature house 

  with a garden where honeysuckle grows 

    in a riot of colours 

      that sort of house. 

  

The giant loved like a giant, 

and his hands were used to such big things 

  that the giant could not 

make the building, 

  could not knock on the door 

of the garden where the honeysuckle grows 

   in a riot of colours 

     at that house. 

  

He was a blue-eyed giant, 

He loved a miniature woman, 

a mini miniature woman. 

The woman was hungry for comfort 

   and tired of the giant's long strides. 

And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf 

with a garden where the honeysuckle grows 

  in a riot of colours 

    that sort of house. 

  

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes, 

a giant isn't even a graveyard for love: 

in the garden where the honeysuckle grows 

   in a riot of colours 

     that sort of house...