Tone poem

C G Am F 
In the sanctuary of private rhetoricy  
When a bustling crowd intrudes  
Where rival ship meets no incentive  
To impale its reckless course  
Where all is lulled to peace and quiet  
Is of all places the most appropriate  
To illuminate the sparkling fires of love  
And receive in turn the electro-darts of sweet devotion  
Doo doo dee dah dee doo doo  
Sparkling fires electro-darts