onsdag 11. oktober 2017

I hear the wind blowing in the night. I sense, high up in the air, the whip of I don't know whom hitting I don't know what. Everything's heard; nothing's seen...


Do you remember an Inn,
My Friend?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
   of the straw for a bedding.
And the fleas that tease in the...
And the wine that tasted of the tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers.
Do you remember an Inn,
My Friend,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny,
And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the Din?
And the Hip! Hop! Hap!
of the clap
Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of a clapper to the spin
out an in ---
And the Ting, Tong, Tang of the Guitar!
Do you remember an Inn,
My friend?


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