She was polishing the chairswhen the doorbell rangshe smoothed down
There's a childin my heartfeel it heathear it speakhold mehold
Listen everybodyespecially you boysit is right to be left alonewhen
We say a lot of thingswe see a lot of
Enouhg is plentybut some people want for morethey'll leave you
In your slate grey suit and blackbrogue shoes little horn
So here's another story, a tale of love, a taleof
If you need a reason to remainthink of mehow I
Been waiting for this train to comecould be an hour
Meet me at the kissing gateI know that's where you
Philosofy gives itself freely to all of our mindsyou have
Let's take a walk in the parkwhere we first said
Church-house Gin-houseSchool-house Out-houseon highway number nineteenthe people
Night falls rain pours just like my tearsI feel so
I saw a bit of silver shining in a puddleI
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