Green Isaac

Stella martyr, light is failing,
making such a fool of thee.
When you'd love to be someone...

This is the time, I've set aside.
From selling old rope, and telling bad jokes, and cul-de-sac pride.
I've learnt today, while falling apart,
the most eloquent way, to speak or to pray, is straight from the heart.

Oh but to shine like Joan of Arc, you must be prepared to burn.
Forget the style, and choose from twelve notes.
(do-di-das or lo-di-does)
In itself it's a joy, whether it soothes or annoys,
A song starts in the throat.

Take two kinds of look, and one wedding day,
Now isn't it clear, there's nothing they'll hear, that you'd want to say.
And if you've no new clothes to wear,
Then simply wash and comb you hair.

And little green Isaac,
You're gonna walk backwards through the room.
Does that mean I won't see you?
It means you walk backwards through the room.
And little green Isaac, I hear you're still wet behind the ears,
Isaac's a soft name, it sounds like a pocketful of rain.
(ooooh, ooooh)
Well up that stairway he rose, and down that stairway he goes.

And little green Isaac,
You're gonna walk backwards through the room.
Does that mean I won't see you?
It means you walk backwards through the room.
And little green Isaac, I hear you're still wet behind the ears,
Isaac's a soft name, it sounds like a pocketful of rain.
(ooooh, ooooh)
Well up that stairway he rose, and down that stairway he goes.

G-G-G-Green Isaac G-G-G-Green Isaac G-G-G-Green Isaac.


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