Paroles de Between The Wars (Charleston 1937)
Take the train down Friday next,In summer hat and linen dress
Hail a taxi at the station
There will be artichokes and cabbages,
Sweet honeycombs and radishes
To feed your grateful nation
Bring paper, easel, pen and ink
To set up on the lawn
Where summer mornings brim with light
And evenings fill with birdsong
Between the wars
Ginger cakes are served with tea
Your lovers orbit endlessly
And your children march like soldiers
Their nets for catching butterflies
Fill up with wind and sit up high
Like rifles at their shoulders
But this is where you fled the world
This is where you gather
Take up take up your skirts and twirl
Like angels through the asters
Between the wars
A telegram arrives from Spain
The earth falls off its axis
Grief hands down a kind of pain
You can't prepare or practice By loss and love and by your brush
Such emptiness is worthless
There are no ghosts except the ones
Leaving us behind
We wave and shout come back come back
Frozen now in time
Between the wars
To set up on the lawn
Where summer mornings brim with light
And evenings fill with birdsong
Between the wars
Ginger cakes are served with tea
Your lovers orbit endlessly
And your children march like soldiers
Their nets for catching butterflies
Fill up with wind and sit up high
Like rifles at their shoulders
But this is where you fled the world
This is where you gather
Take up take up your skirts and twirl
Like angels through the asters
Between the wars
A telegram arrives from Spain
The earth falls off its axis
Grief hands down a kind of pain
You can't prepare or practice By loss and love and by your brush
Such emptiness is worthless
There are no ghosts except the ones
Leaving us behind
We wave and shout come back come back
Frozen now in time
Between the wars
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