Softly a la Belle province
tremulous refrains
tomes underneath each arm
Lorca and King James
From last lament of Joan of Arc
to quiet servitude
From the wars against disorder
To suggest or allude
that it's not long Marianne, I shall see you soon
The highways are empty now
in New York and Berlin
yearning sound from synagogues
beckon from within
Suzy yells “it's closing time.
The wait staff are all vexed.
I wish you could sing one more song.
Of love, or faith or sex.
But it's not too long, Marianne. We shall see you soon”
I hope you passed near a forest
somewhere near your pen
I hope you passed in loving arms
with letters from your friends
I swore I heard them singing
all the way from Clinton Street
I know they'll lock the Chelsea now
Drop the keys at your feet
It's not long Marianne, I shall see you soon