Last night or the night before that And I won't say which night A seaman friend of mine And I'll not say which seaman Walked up to a big old building And I won't say which building And would have not walked up the stairs Not to say which stairs If there had not been two girls Leaving out the names of those two girls I recall a door, a big long room And I'll not tell which room I remember a deep blue rug But I can't say which rug A girl took down a book of poems Not to say which book of poems And as she read, I laid my head And I can't tell which head Down in her lap And I can't mention which lap My seaman buddy and his girl moved off After a couple of pages And there I was, all night long Laying and listening and forgetting the poems And as well as I could recall Or my seaman buddy could recollect The girl had told us that she was a niece Of Walt Whitman, but not which niece And it takes a night and a girl And a book of this kind A long, long time to find it's way back Last night or the night before that And I won't say which night A seaman friend of mine And I'll not say which seaman Walked up to a big old building And I won't say which building And would have not walked up the stairs Not to say which stairs If there had not been two girls Leaving out the names of those two girls I recall a door, a big long room And I'll not tell which room I remember a deep blue rug But I can't say which rug A girl took down a book of poems Not to say which book of poems And as she read, I laid my head But I can't tell which head Down in her lap And I can't mention which lap © CHRYSALIS MUSIC; WOODY GUTHRIE PUBLICATIONS INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com