cross that road

goin down sunday morning
goin down to meet my maker
goin down to cross that road
goin down sunday morning
goin down to meet my maker
goin down to cross that road

took the broadway express across the city … stories to tell …

serendipity tells me so only the angels know
touched touched and blessed by the people we know
by the pain that we show by the feelings that grow
by the places we go by love and by joy by love and by joy

can i call you about england on pennies a day
the water is it clear can i drink it?

jackie washington come from nova scotia
told me a story about anne murray down south
and the people there say mmm doesn’t she come
doesn’t she live somewhere up north of boston?

goin down sunday morning goin down to meet my maker
goin down to cross that road goin down sunday morning
goin down to meet my maker goin down to cross that road

and the captain flew over in an airplane and the rev he preach
and the queen and her luthier are out by the pond
in the laurentians in the rain in the laurentians in the rain

tell me a story teach me a song tell me a story
teach me a song write me a poem out by the pond
won’t you write me a poem out by the pond?

cross that road

i saw a little girl and she danced with her baby doll
how she loved that baby doll
now jackie jackie jackie jackie jackie jackie
grew up with duke ellington in his home

nine years old nine years old and duke ellington
walkin walkin walkin through his home
can’t you hear the jazz playing in the halls
and all the jazz cats in nova scotia yea yea yea

serendipity tells me so only the angels know
touched touched and blessed by the people we know
by the pain that we show by the feelings that grow
by the places we go by love and by joy by love and by joy

can i call you about england on pennies a day
the water is it clear can i drink it?

goin down sunday morning goin down to meet my maker
goin down to cross that road goin down sunday morning
goin down to meet my maker goin down to cross that road

a friend he wrote a post card from switzerland looking at paintings of paul klee dancing dancing modern dance listening to william tell not the guy with the apple but the guy with the music on the radio william tell on the radio out across the bus through the buses windows all the way to the west coast all the way from switzerland all the way to the west coast i can see i can feel him dancing cause he talks about the baah baah baah baah baah baah of the sheep the baah baah baah baah baah baah of the sheep and he reminds me of the singing of the gulls in switzerland above the mountains above the mountains looking something like something like the mountains on the west coast

and the queen and her luthier are out by the pond
in the laurentians in the rain with the mist rising
and the earth smiling smiling in the night sky
while all the stars come out come out after the rain
see see see a festival of lights and the music playing
and the rhythm sing and the rhythm sing and the rhythm sing

goin down sunday morning goin down to meet my maker
goin down to cross that road goin down sunday morning
goin down to meet my maker goin down to cross that road

can i call you about ireland on pennies a day
the water is it clear can i drink it?

tell me a story teach me a song
tell me a story teach me a song
come on van come on come on van
somethin bout roots somethin
bout roots somethin bout roots
goin back goin back goin way back
a long time goin forword forword forword

goin down sunday morning
goin down to meet my maker
goin down to cross that road
goin down sunday morning
goin down to meet my maker
goin down to cross that road

© sylvi & see through publishing winter / spring 1993 (socan)

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