Tytuł: Madame George

• Wykonawca: Van Morrison
• Wyświetleń: 178

Down on Cyprus Avenue
   With a childlike vision leaping into view
   Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
   Ford & Fitzroy, Madam George
   Marching with the soldier boy behind
   He's much older with hat on drinking wine
   And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
   The cool night air like Shalimar
   And outside they're making all the stops
   The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
   Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
   Happy taken Madame George
   That's when you fall
   Whoa, that's when you fall
   Yeah, that's when you fall
   When you fall into a trance
   A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
   With your folded arms and history books you glance
   Into the eyes of Madame George
   And you think you found the bag
   You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
   In the corner playing dominoes in drag
   The one and only Madame George
   And then from outside the frosty window raps
   She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops
   And immediately drops everything she gots
   Down into the street below
   And you know you gotta go
   On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
   Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
   And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
   Say goodbye to Madame George
   Dry your eye for Madame George
   Wonder why for Madame George
   And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,
   dancing, music all around the room
   And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
   So cold
   And as you're about to leave
   She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves
   And the gloves to love to love the gloves...
   To say goodbye to Madame George
   Dry your eye for Madame George
   Wonder why for Madame George
   Dry your eyes for Madame George
   Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
   In the backstreet, in the back street
   Say goodbye to Madame George
   In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
   Down home, down home in the back street
   Gotta go
   Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
   Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye...
   Say goodbye to Madame George
   And the loves to love to love the love
   Say goodbye
   Oooooo
   Mmmmmmm
   Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George
   Dry your eye for Madame George
   Wonder why for Madame George
   The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love...
   Say goodbye, goodbye
   Get on the train
   Get on the train, the train, the train...
   This is the train, this is the train...
   Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye....
   Get on the train, get on the train…