Suzanne


Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river,
You can hear the boats go by,
You can spend the night forever,
And you know the girl’s half crazy
And that’s why you want to be there;
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China,
And just when you want to tell her
That you have no love to give her
She gets you on her wave length
And lets the river answer
That you’ve always been her lover.

And Jesus was a sailor
When He walked upon the water,
And He spent a long time watching
From the lonely wooden tower,
And when He knew for certain
Only drowning men could see Him
He said “All men are sailors, then,
Until the sea shall free them,”
But He Himself was broken
Long before the sky would open.
Forsaken, almost human,
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone.

And you want to travel with Him,
Ah, you want to travel blind,
And you think that you may trust Him,
For He’s touched your perfect body,
With His mind.

Suzanne takes you down
To her place by the river,
And you can hear the boats that go by,
You can spend the night forever,
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour;
And she shows you where to look
Amid the garbage and the flowers.
There are heroes in the seaweed,
There are children in the morning,
They are leaning out for love,
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror.

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