O crown of light, o darkened one,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on boogie street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go.
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
I’m wanted at the traffic-jam.
They’re saving me a seat.
I’m what I am, and what I am,
Is back on boogie street.
And o my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew;
The rivers and the waterfall,
Wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
I’d kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
A man for boogie street.
O crown of light, o darkened one¡
So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
There’s no one who has told us yet
What boogie street is for.
O crown of light, o darkened one,
I never thought we’d meet.
You kiss my lips, and then it’s done:
I’m back on boogie street.
A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then it’s time to go . . .
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