Zanzibar

Autumn is warm
These are my golden years
Roll on a casino of shadows
At the Ocean del Sol
Fortune is long
But these are the older years
When the waterfall spider sparkles
And turns like a clock in the dark

Far from the spring
Sit in a barber's chair
Still bringing glamour
To towns where the hammer must fall
Feminine man
Tall in the evening air
With the Zulu who walks with you always by your side

And the pain goes
And explain those
Spiders are building their webs across
Skulls' eyes in the dark
Far from springtime
In a barber's chair
Time to pull on the face that you keep in a jar by the
door

Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward
The chargers they're charging
In dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world
We slipper away with a cradle of cats

In a postage stamp world
There is nothing yet left to believe in
For a fox-hunting man
Who has sold all his clothes to the slave trade
You are lovely in face, love me in body and everything
You've got laughter and brains
And I love you so much in your hat

And the pain goes
Further and further
And deeper and deeper inside
And the time goes so slow
In the winter time
Rolling in straw and hay
For a fox-hunting man
Who can stand in the fire
And just fade away
You are lovely of face
You are lovely of body and soul

Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward
The chargers they're charging
In dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world
We slipper away with a cradle of cats