Through the church windows, alders ripple.
Cottonwoods catch the trembling light.
Like a lake three sheets to the wind
goes the high leaf scattering bright.
There is no susurrus but a grand piano
doing sweet justice
to an old Genevan tune.
Through the church windows, alders ripple.
Cottonwoods catch the trembling light.
Like a lake three sheets to the wind
goes the high leaf scattering bright.
There is no susurrus but a grand piano
doing sweet justice
to an old Genevan tune.