93 Lewis Street

04:36
Avery Hill
09/01/2015
Avery Hill

Lyrics

There’s a hook that hangs in the kitchen

I can see the water drippin’

Through the cheese cloth from berries hidden within

And a cuckoo calls from the wall

Along side five others in the hall

Old grandfather clock resides over them all

 

Poppy is down with his tools

Scornin’ the women upstairs talking like fools

He says “Down here in the basement, boys, that’s where we keep it cool.”

Nana’s in the garden outside 

Picking plums and rhubarb for her pies

If you think you’ll get away with just one slice, don’t even try

 

On 93 Lewis Street I hear the stories 

of those who came before me

When I leave, I carry them with me 

to remember my family

 

Oh when the wind blows and the sun shines in the sky

Oh when the river knows your face as well as mine, I know why

 

On 93 Lewis Street I hear the stories 

of those who came before me

When I leave, I carry them with me ...

 

I’m lying in a pile of leaves

Can’t be more than twelve or thirteen

I look out and up into that tree