Werner FM - Dark Madonna

Concrete jungle
The sun is rising over

Dark Madonna and bright brown-eyed baby
Are working the sandstone corner of Zastron Street
You ask of me exactly two Rand ten
I open my hand for blue seven sweets

Your faded, wobbly, light-green gazebo
Baby princess sits in yellow chair
My daughter owns exactly the same seat
Is the sandstone street corner your school of life?

It makes no sense, for me to give you change
'Cause change, my dear, change is all you've got
I sure hope these few blue notes of mine
May help, even if they do not help a lot
May help, even if they only help me some

Waiting for some hungry travelers
Waiting for some weary travelers
To drop by so you and her may share
To drop by so you and her may share
I'm smelling your secret recipe chicken
Flowing from your aluminium pot
Your table with scattered sweets & loose cigarettes
You and I, we share this little thing
Neither of us know what we
Will be eating tonight

I walk away and look back at the corner baby
She waves at me like Queen Elizabeth
Her head turns back, looks up to Zastron Street
Some travelers are waiting for
Your light to turn green

It makes no sense, for me to give you change
'Cause change, my dear, change is all you've got
I sure hope these few blue notes of mine
May help, even if they do not help a lot
May help, even if they only help me some

Waiting for some hungry travelers
Waiting for some weary travelers
To drop by so you and her may share
To drop by so you and her may share

Dark Madonna and bright, brown-eyed baby
Are walking hand in hand down Zastron street
The sun is slowly, slowly setting
Night wraps her arms around the concrete jungle
Dark Madonna and bright, brown-eyed baby
Are swallowed by the smoky, starry night
Here is hoping the sun will rise tomorrow
Here he's hoping the sun will rise

Written by:
Werner Schmidt

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