LARRY HIRSHBERG

 

The Queen Song

When I arrived at the palace it was dark
But the Queen let me in
The Brother-In-Law he had been there for a while
And now the story could begin
A cat was lyin' on a rug by the fire
Doing something to its paws
And I was listening to the Queen
Telling stories to the Brother-In-Law

And you can hear this story in the street
And you might find it in a book
It is written in the clouds up in the sky
You can see it if you look
And when you heard it on the pavement in the rain
You shed a tear for what you saw
And I was listening to the Queen
Telling stories to the Brother-In-Law

Yes it is written in the vapor in the air
This story takes a thousand shapes
And when you go down to the coast on Saturday
Read the sad parts in the waves
And you can hear it in the river as it runs
Down the land following the flaws
And I was listening to the Queen
Telling stories to the Brother-In-Law

The fog rolls in the King comes home from work
The telephone begins to ring
The Brother-In-Law climbs into his van
Turns on the wipers and he sings
"I know the end I have heard it many times
As the rain was sharpening its claws."
Me - I was listening to the Queen
Telling stories to the Brother-In-Law
I was listening to the Queen
Telling stories to the Brother-In-Law