The Walk of Time
Posted: Sat May 23, 2020 3:36 pm
The Walk of Time © 05-23-2020 Robert George BMI
Well, the graveyard’s overgrown with spider-weeds and sticky grass
Moonlight cuts the Mississippi like a diamond cutting glass
It’s not like the Navy cemetery near St. Mary’s church
This is where the midnight crow and fallen angel come to perch
Rumored to repose here are some river pirates with their loot
But it’s mostly alley cut-throats, reprobates and prostitutes
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
Now, there’s absinthe in the old caretaker’s deer-hide jug
And there’s talk a buccaneer was rolled up in a Persian rug
There’s a withered rose bouquet beside a faded wreath
Rusty pliers and a hollow gourd for golden rings and teeth
There’s the rat-like squeaking of a rotted coffin lid
And a greedy hand reached in where unspent wealth was hid
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
O her hair was darkness without limit and her eyes were hazel
Some say she had Creole in her blood
Beauty such as hers had tempted Uzza and Azazel
In the lawless days before the Flood
The new recruit was watching from his lonely booth
And he somehow knew the moonlit markers were the only truth
Then a shadow moved among the concrete seraphim
Was it raised by saints or talisman and teraphim
Lightning flashed and there were rumblings of a distant storm
As a cool wind welcomed something in a captain’s uniform
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
Well, her wait was over when her lover’s hand reached down
And she wore the ivory starlight like a virgin’s wedding gown
In the shadow realm their kisses held no shame at all
So they sailed together upward to a cosmic port of call
With the rug beneath his arm and gold within his hollow gourd
The robber bought damnation with his vile reward
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
The footfalls of the walk of time…
Well, the graveyard’s overgrown with spider-weeds and sticky grass
Moonlight cuts the Mississippi like a diamond cutting glass
It’s not like the Navy cemetery near St. Mary’s church
This is where the midnight crow and fallen angel come to perch
Rumored to repose here are some river pirates with their loot
But it’s mostly alley cut-throats, reprobates and prostitutes
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
Now, there’s absinthe in the old caretaker’s deer-hide jug
And there’s talk a buccaneer was rolled up in a Persian rug
There’s a withered rose bouquet beside a faded wreath
Rusty pliers and a hollow gourd for golden rings and teeth
There’s the rat-like squeaking of a rotted coffin lid
And a greedy hand reached in where unspent wealth was hid
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
O her hair was darkness without limit and her eyes were hazel
Some say she had Creole in her blood
Beauty such as hers had tempted Uzza and Azazel
In the lawless days before the Flood
The new recruit was watching from his lonely booth
And he somehow knew the moonlit markers were the only truth
Then a shadow moved among the concrete seraphim
Was it raised by saints or talisman and teraphim
Lightning flashed and there were rumblings of a distant storm
As a cool wind welcomed something in a captain’s uniform
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
Well, her wait was over when her lover’s hand reached down
And she wore the ivory starlight like a virgin’s wedding gown
In the shadow realm their kisses held no shame at all
So they sailed together upward to a cosmic port of call
With the rug beneath his arm and gold within his hollow gourd
The robber bought damnation with his vile reward
Shadows slither ‘round the mausoleums and they talk of crime
Bat-infested willows hear the footfalls of the walk of time
The footfalls of the walk of time…