DON’T BLOW KISSES AT THE MOON (lyrics)

MUGGA MUGGA MUGGA Eddy’s ma died some years back,

Left him a message on a card…

He had to read it kinda slow,

And this is how that message goes:

 

*

Don’t blow kisses at the moon,

Don’t carry flowers down on Laraby Street,

Don’t open your umbrella on a bright a                     sunny morn,

Don’t blow kisses at the moon.

*

Ten years later he was in love

With Sara Thompson who has a job at night

Black suit and cowboy hat and he stands five              foot two

She’s the tall blonde who works the                        corner.

*

She never gets up ’til the afternoon –

He works the funerals at dawn;

She has her first cup of coffee after her                    second cup of booze

He stands in the graveyard til everyone

          is gone.

*

She never gave him too much time…

She said, “Hello,” and she said, “Hello”,

Some times they’d shoot the time

Once or twice they had a smoke

*

She said: “We’re not lovers, we’re just                    friends,”

He said he understood but he never did.

She said: “You’d better go!”

He said, “I can’t, I love you so,”

And this is what she said:

*

“Don’t blow kisses at the moon,

Don’t carry flowers down on Laraby Street,

Don’t open your umbrella on a bright and               sunny morn

Don’t blow kisses at the moon.”

*

He went to her corner down on Larabie St

With a ring and a bunch of roses and that’s

 all

He waited seven hours ’til he heard                         something was wrong:

She was sick down at the hospital.

*

No one came to see her that last time,

Not her husband, not her lovers,

             none at all…

But she sees Eddie Logan, leaning ‘gainst

             the wall

He stands beside her

All night until the dawn.

*

 Sara knows, Sara knows she’s pretty sick,

And she knows.. Eddie’s not that smart;

He’s just a crazy, just a crazy little guy,

But all he has is heart…

All he has is heart.

*

So she wrote words these words down on a

card

Said, “Read this when I am gone.”

It’ll be cold comfort on these cold and

           icy dawns…

She wrote the words down to this song:

*

“Don’t blow kisses, don’t blow kisses at the               moon,

Don’t carry flowers down on Laraby Street,

Don’t open your umbrella on a bright and                  sunny dawn;

And find your true love when I am gone…

    *  *   *

And find your true love when I am gone.”

                           (C)2014-2016 by W.G. Milne

 

 

                                                     William Milne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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