Barcarolle - Tom Waits

A cloud lets go of the moon

Her ribbons are all out of tune

She’s skating on the ice in a glass

And in the hands of a man

That she kissed on a train

The children have all gone into town

To get candy and we are

Alone in the house here

And your eyes fall down on me

And I belong only to you

The water is filling my shoes

In the wine of my heart there’s a stone

In a well made of bone that you bring to the pond

And I’m here in your pocket

And curled up in a dollar

And the chain from your watch

Around my neck

And I’ll stay right here till it’s time

The girls all knit in the shade

Before the baby is made

The branches bend down to the ground

Here to swing on

And I’m lost in the blond summer grass

And the train whistle blows

And the carnival goes

Till there’s only the tickets and crows

But the grass will all grow back

And the branches spell Alice

And I belong to you