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*CAPO I*
[Intro] -
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
He peers through his window, the rest is unknown
I spoke with the neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
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x 2
Black morning flowers, they thought he had died
A common conception, when hiding inside
Never a letter, or knock at the door
Hard to believe what the flowers lay for
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
His wife was a painter, a long time ago
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
x 2
x 2
x 2
x 2
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
He needed a coffin, he hand-made his own
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils