Marmalade Moon
par .TheDust.
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par .TheDust.
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Écoute ce morceau sur la radio communautaire Anthem.
There's a jar of something golden on the windowsill in June
And it isn't apricot and it isn't quite a cream
It's a little bit of lamplight and a lot of what I dream
And it's leaking through the curtain in a thin and buttered beam
Oh, my mother says it's nothing, but she's never seen it gleam
When the kitchen's getting sleepy in the middle of the afternoon
When the sugar in the ceiling starts to hum a little tune
That's the marmalade, the marmalade, the marmalade moon
Marmalade moon, marmalade moon
Spread a little sunlight on an ordinary day
Put it on the toast and put it on the getaway
Put it in the pocket of the person going away
Oh, it's sweeter when you give a little bit of it away
Marmalade moon, marmalade moon
Oh the world is very bitter and it's over very soon
So I'm bringing you a jar of it, a jar of it, a spoon
I have carried it to Kansas and I've carried it in the car
And I've fed it to a sparrow in the middle of the rain
And the sparrow got so happy that it sang it all again
And a stranger in a raincoat had to stop and to explain
That he'd never felt so weightless since he last had caught a train
Oh the jar was nearly empty and the day was nearly far
But you never really empty what you started with a star
And the moon refills the marmalade, whoever else you are
Marmalade moon, marmalade moon
Spread a little sunlight on an ordinary day
Put it on the toast and put it on the getaway
Put it in the pocket of the person going away
Oh, it's sweeter when you give a little bit of it away
Marmalade moon, marmalade moon
Oh the world is very bitter and it's over very soon
So I'm bringing you a jar of it, a jar of it, a spoon
If the winter finds your window and the window's full of snow
Take a spoonful of the summer and it'll hold you till you're fine
Put a little on the doorstep of the neighbor down the line
Put the rest of it in daylight where the daylight has to shine
Oh the moon is not a stranger and the moon is not just mine
It belongs to every kitchen and to everyone below
And it's golden and it's gentle and it's slower than you know
And it's waiting on the windowsill wherever you might go