Every night he’d come to meI’d cook for him, I’d pour his teaI was in my thirties thenHad made some moneyLived with menWe’d lay us down to give and getBeneath the white mosquito netAnd since no counting had begunWe lived a thousand years in oneThe candles burnedThe moon went downThe polished hillThe milky townTransparent, weightless, luminousUncovering the two of usOn that fundamental groundWhere love’s unwilled, unleashed, unboundAnd half the perfect world is foundThe candles burnedThe moon went downThe polished hillThe milky townTransparent, weightless, luminousUncovering the two of usOn that fundamental groundWhere love’s unwilled, unleashed, unboundAnd half the perfect world is found
madeleine peyroux, in concert tomorrow!
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