John & Mary A Nightfall
Late in the nighttime, met in a dream
I was only five in it and you
Were probably nineteen
You were playing in the capitol
Of Washington D.C.
I walked through corridors pale marble green
And then there you were playing
'The Streets of Baltimore' again
The fringe upon your coat sleeves
Shook like leaves upon a tree.
Maybe it was all because I played
Your records just before
Maybe it was something in your voice
That called to me again.
Just like a sweater that wraps around
So close to me
You stayed with me then.
Must have been summer porcelain clean
The room spread out a dome above me
Line of figurines
You said it was a song for me,
Your lamb a wild goose scene.
Maybe it was all because I played
Your records just before
Maybe it was something in your voice
That called to me again.
Just like a sweater that wraps around
So close to me
You stayed with me then.
I dreamed green darkness,
Sound filled the room
You walked away from me strumming a guitar
I fell with you
Maybe it was all because I played
Your records just before
Maybe it was something in your voice
That called to me again.
Just like a sweater that wraps around
So close to me
You stayed with me then, a nightfall.
