The street organ plays Its blithe tune through the town,, Winding down the alleys with the yellow Leaves It meanders down bleak avenues where
The copper-green monuments stare At nothing... It passes them by unheard Waltzes with the ribbons of distant winter air (cathedral quiet and narcotics) The messengers of snow Moon-struck and gold
It croons with the lullabies that lull babies back to wombs Confuses time with its merry sombre chiming Calling back the old. Conjures daughters, lovers, sons Fears, mothers, seasons, minutes Lost and found, lost love Spring and nothing, she sings like a bird that wakes up warm And thinks the winterÂŽs over
The street organÂŽs music is heard For the first time here and the last time there And not at all
Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas In a mind of tide-mark memories The strand of hair that falls in front of her face
He woke up and called out her name (Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas) But only the street organ answers The street organ plays down every road Moon-struck and gold
Cathedral quiet and narcotic seas In a mind of tide-mark memories
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