Madame George (Album Version) Lyrics

Song	Madame George (Album Version)
Artist	Van Morrison
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	作曲 : Morrison
	作词 : Morrison
	Down on Cyprus
	AvenueWith 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
	The cool night air like
	ShalimarAnd outside they're making all the stops
	The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
	Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
	Happy taken
	Madame George
	That's when you fall
	Whoa, that's when you fall
	Yeah, that's when you fall
	When you fall into a trance
	A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
	With your folded arms and history books
	You glance into the eyes of
	Madame George
	And 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
	And then 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 gots
	Down into the street below
	And you know you gotta go
	On that train from
	Dublin up to
	Sandy RowThrowing pennies at the bridges down below
	And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	And as you leave, the room is filled with music
	Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
	And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
	So cold, and as you're about to leave
	She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
	And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
	To say goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	Dry your eyes for
	Madame George
	Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
	In the backstreet, in the back street
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
	Down home, down home in the back street
	Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
	Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	And the loves to love to love the love
	Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
	Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love
	Say goodbye, goodbye
	Get on the train
	Get on the train, the train, the train
	This is the train, this is the train
	Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
	Get on the train, get on the train

	zuo qu : Morrison
	zuo ci : Morrison
	Down on Cyprus
	AvenueWith 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
	The cool night air like
	ShalimarAnd outside they' re making all the stops
	The kids out in the street collecting bottletops
	Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
	Happy taken
	Madame George
	That' s when you fall
	Whoa, that' s when you fall
	Yeah, that' s when you fall
	When you fall into a trance
	A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
	With your folded arms and history books
	You glance into the eyes of
	Madame George
	And 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
	And then 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 gots
	Down into the street below
	And you know you gotta go
	On that train from
	Dublin up to
	Sandy RowThrowing pennies at the bridges down below
	And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	And as you leave, the room is filled with music
	Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
	And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
	So cold, and as you' re about to leave
	She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
	And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
	To say goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	Dry your eyes for
	Madame George
	Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
	In the backstreet, in the back street
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
	Down home, down home in the back street
	Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
	Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	And the loves to love to love the love
	Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
	Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	The love' s to love, the love' s to love, the love' s to love
	Say goodbye, goodbye
	Get on the train
	Get on the train, the train, the train
	This is the train, this is the train
	Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
	Get on the train, get on the train

	zuò qǔ : Morrison
	zuò cí : Morrison
	Down on Cyprus
	AvenueWith 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
	The cool night air like
	ShalimarAnd outside they' re making all the stops
	The kids out in the street collecting bottletops
	Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
	Happy taken
	Madame George
	That' s when you fall
	Whoa, that' s when you fall
	Yeah, that' s when you fall
	When you fall into a trance
	A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
	With your folded arms and history books
	You glance into the eyes of
	Madame George
	And 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
	And then 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 gots
	Down into the street below
	And you know you gotta go
	On that train from
	Dublin up to
	Sandy RowThrowing pennies at the bridges down below
	And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	And as you leave, the room is filled with music
	Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
	And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
	So cold, and as you' re about to leave
	She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
	And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
	To say goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	Dry your eyes for
	Madame George
	Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
	In the backstreet, in the back street
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
	Down home, down home in the back street
	Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
	Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
	Say goodbye to
	Madame George
	And the loves to love to love the love
	Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
	Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to
	Madame George
	Dry your eye for
	Madame George
	Wonder why for
	Madame George
	The love' s to love, the love' s to love, the love' s to love
	Say goodbye, goodbye
	Get on the train
	Get on the train, the train, the train
	This is the train, this is the train
	Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
	Get on the train, get on the train

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