(lyrics are written by Van Morrison) Down on cyprus avenue
With a child-like vision leaping into view.
The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,
Ford and fitzroy; madam george.
Marching with the soldierboy behind
Hes much older now with hat on, drinking wine
And the smell of sweet perfume comes drifting thru
In the cool night breeze like shalimar
And then your self control lets go
And suddenly youre up against the bathroom door.
The hallway lights are finely getting dim
Youre in the front row touching him
And outside theyre making all the stops
The kinds out in the streets collecting bottle tops,
Going for cigarettes and matches to the shops,
Happy talking, madam george
And thats when you fall, oh,
Oh, thats when you fall

And you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms in history books you glance
Into the eyes of madam george
And you think youve found your bag,
Youre getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
And in the corner playing dominoes in drag,
The one and only madam george
And outside the frosty window raps
She says be cool, I think that its the cops
Stands up, drops everything she gots,
Its not easy now you know
Now you know you gotta go
Catch a train from dublin up to sandy row,
In the wind, rain & fog & slush & snow
Keep on going on
Say good-bye we know youre pretty far out
And all the little boys comin round
They got gold cigarette lighters in their pockets
Walking away from it all, so cool.
Thats when you fall.

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