Madame George by Van Morrison

Down on Cypress Avenue
With the child like visions leaping into view
The clicking clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy and Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
Early 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 taking Madame George

And that’s when you fall
Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh
Woh, 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 in history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George

And you think you've found the bag
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In a corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George

And from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, "Lord have mercy I think that it's the cops"
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go
On the train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
In the rain, hail, sleet and snow

Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
I 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 comin’ round
Walking away from it all so cool

And as you're about to leave she jumps up 'an says
"Hey love, you forgot your glove"
And the love that loves the love that loves
The love that loves to love the love that loves

Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George

Say goodbye in the wind and the rain in the back street
In the back street, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George

In the back street, In the back street, In the back street
Well, well down home, down home in the back street
Got to go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eyes
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Say goodbye to Madame George
And the love that loves to love
That loves to love that loves to love the love
The love that loves to love the loves that love to love
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Woo, ooh
Mmm, mmm, mmm

Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye yeah, to Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George

And the love that loves to love
The loves to love the love that love to love
The love that loves to love
Say goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train darling
Get on the train, the train, the train
The train, the train, darling
This is the train, this is the train darling
This is the train

Oh say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train
Get on the train

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