Verdi Cries lyrics

The man in 119 takes his tea alone

Mornings we all rise

To wireless Verdi cries

I'm hearing opera through the door

The souls of men and women, impassioned all

Their voices climb and fall

Battle trumpets call

I fill the bath and climb inside

Singing... la-la-la...

He will not touch their pastry

But every day they bring him more

Gold from the breakfast tray

I steal them all away

And then go and eat them on the shore

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand

Sing of a lover's fate

Sealed by jealous hate

Then wash my hand in the sea

With just three days more

I'd have just about learned the entire score

To Aida

Holidays must end as you know

All is memory

Taken home with me:

The opera, the stolen tea

The sand drawing, the verging sea

All years ago...