He lived verse for verse, he never read words, he always memorized He grew lemon trees from which he would breed yellow canary birds He smoked his red rocks He never listened to clocks He was a visionary He wore a true Gypsy's badge from a different land He was a prophet of mine Persepolis he was his own police, he was a prophet of mine He raised eight soldiers young He watched his life come undone His courage bright as the sun He had eyes that could sing He had my daddy in spring He was a warm hearted man He laid side by side the love of his life until the day he died He held me real tight and then he knighted a knight He was a prophet of mine Persepolis