Madame George (Live)

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's much older with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
Cool night air like Shalimar

Outside they're making all the stops
Kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken to Madame George

That's when you fall
Then you fall
That's when you fall
And again and again you fall

When you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George

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

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

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

And as you about to leave, the room is filled with music
Laughin' music, laughin' music, dancin', dancin' music, dancin' music all around the room
And all the little boys walking away from it all so cold
So cold, so cold

And as you're about to leave she jumps up and says
Think you forgot someting, looks like your gloves
And you the gloves to love to love the gloves
You love the gloves, so love the gloves, so love the gloves
So love the gloves, love the gloves, so love the gloves, love the gloves

Say goodbye to Madame George
In the wind and the rain, in the wind and the rain in the back street
In the wind and the rain way down home in the back street
Way down home in the back street in the wind and the rain, in the wind and the rain
In the wind and the rain way down home in the back street
Way down home, way down home, way down home
Way down home in the back street
Way down home, way down home, way down home in the back street

Get on the train
Get on the train, the train
Get on the train and don't look
Get along the train
This is the train

This is the train, get on the train
This is the train
You know it, you know the train
Farewell the love, kiss her goodbye, goodbye
For a while, for a while
This is the train, darling
This is the train, baby
Brings you down home

Take you back, back
This is the train
This is the train, baby
Say goodbye to Madame George
Say goodbye, one goodbye to Madame George
Mmm

Van Morrison
Van Morrison