Van Morrison - Madame George lyrics

Album: Bang Masters (1991)

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He has 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 are making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes & matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
That is when you fall
Whoa, that is when you fall
Yea, that is when you fall
When you fall into a trance
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms & history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bag
You are getting weaker & your knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one & only Madame George
And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up & says Lord have mercy I think it is the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you´ve got to go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, & 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 are about to leave
She jumps up & 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 & 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
Have got to 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 is to love the love is to love the love is 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...

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