Cleaning Windows

Cleaning Windows

By Van Morrison

Oh the smell of the bakery(ˈbāk(ə)rē) from across the street

Got in my nose

As we carried our ladders(ˈladər) down the street

With the wrought(rôt)-iron(ˈī(ə)rn) gate rows

I went home and listened to Jimmie(ˈjimēz) Rodgers(ˈräjərz) in my lunch-break

Bought five Woodbines(ˈwo͝odbīn) at the shop on the corner

And went straight back to work

Oh Sam was up on top

And I was on the bottom with the v

We went for lemonade(ˌleməˈnād) and Paris buns(bən)

At the shop and broke for tea

I collected from the lady(ˈlādē)

And I cleaned the fanlight(ˈfanˌlīt) inside-out

I was blowing(blō) saxophone(ˈsaksəˌfōn) on the weekend

In that down joint(joint)

What’s my line

I’m happy cleaning windows

Take my time

I’ll see you when my love grows

Baby don’t let it slide(slīd)

I’m a working man in my prime(prīm)

Cleaning windows

Number a hundred and thirty-six

I heard Leadbelly(lēdˈbelē) and Blind(blīnd) Lemon(ˈlemən)

On the street where I was born

Sonny(ˈsənē) Terry(ˈterē) Brownie(ˈbrounē) McGhee

Muddy(ˈmədē) Waters singin’ ‘I’m A Rolling(ˈrōliNG) Stone’

I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys’(ˈhəmfrē) book on Zen

Curiosity killed the cat

Kerouac’s(ˈkerəwak) ‘Dharma(ˈdärmə) Bums(bəm)’ and ‘On The Road’

What’s my line

I’m happy cleaning windows

Take my time

I’ll see you when my love grows

Baby don’t let it slide

I’m a working man in my prime

Cleaning windows

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