Tom Waits - Barcarolle Lyrics




A cloud lets go of the moon
Her ribbons are all out of tune
She is skating on the ice
In a glass in the hands of a man
That she kissed on a train
And the children are all gone into town
To get candy and we are alone in the house here
And your eyes fall down on me

And I belong only to you
The water is filling my shoes
In the wine of my heart there's a stone
In a well made of bone
That you bring to the pond
And I'm here in your pocket
Curled up in a dollar
And the chain from your watch around my neck
And I'll stay right here until it's time

The girls all knit in the shade
Before the baby is made
And the branches bend down
To the ground here to swing on
I'm lost in the blond summer grass
And the train whistle blows
And the carnival goes
Till there's only the tickets and crows here
And the grass will all grow back

And the branches spell 'Alice'
And I belong only to you





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  1. Anna Spann

    And your eyes fall down on me

  2. Mymble and Me

    such a lovely song, a beautiful love song for the passage of the time.

  3. MlleOeufDur

    A cloud lets go of the moon
    Her ribbons are all out of tune
    She is skating on the ice
    In a glass in the hands of a man
    That she kissed on the train
    And the children are all gone into town
    To get candy and we are alone in the house here
    And your eyes fall down on me
    And I belong only to you
    The water is filling my shoes
    In the wine of my heart there's a stone
    In a well made of bone
    That you bring to the pond
    And I'm here in your pocket
    Curled up in a dollar
    And the chain from your watch around my neck
    And I'll stay right here until it's time
    The girls all knit in the shade
    Before the baby is made
    And the branches bend down
    To the ground here to swing on
    I'm lost in the blond summer grass
    And the train whistle blows
    And the carnival goes
    'Til there's only the tickets and crows here
    And the grass will all grow back
    And the branches spell 'Alice'
    And I belong only to you

  4. Samuel Hiser

    A barcarole is a traditional folk song sung in 6/8 by a Venetian gondolier at the pace of the stroke of the oar. I'm struggling for the connection, but enjoying the scene nonetheless.

  5. kayfabe 58

    I know it's not but it could easily be...right down to burying her under the tree...

  6. kayfabe 58

    This could be a serial killer singing about a victim
    .....beautiful waits

  7. Mate Lesko

    this is full of dreamy melancholy ,, i adore it

  8. Ela Lamblin

    it's like finding beauty in the decay of everything..the passage of time..n ultimately the end of the road.

  9. Ela Lamblin

    heaven..sad heaven..but heavenly nonetheless

  10. Mel Bain

    So pretty

    Michele de Souza Gomes

    Mel Bain And so inderrated :"(

    Televi Kunt

    +Michele de Souza Gomes
    Not underrated, but unknown. Which is sad... :,