the decemberists - a cautionary song



there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping

through the lights of beacon street

and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping,

cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats

and she's standing in the harbor and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat

see how they approach



до конца



пожалуй, их есть за что любить. ну да я не первый раз так думаю.