The streets sleep neary a wink as the years travel on and yonder
glimpses and shadows dress themselves, that sideway squint
Oh but ghosts and stories do all abide there
draped and clothed in my memory shrouds
waiting that tale to tell...to share...to your turned away ear

History walks the days, the nights
o'er the streets that lay low, long and bare
the shadows...the tales... that rush to hide themselves
from the glimpses and those sideway glares
you may catch that elusive memory squint
like a fish snared upon a pole
or lose it back to yonder street destined to travel on

Turn your eyes and ears to listen
like books conversed in local lore
they'll spin a tale from yonder shadows
a memory a glimpse into the dawn
Oh but ghosts and stories do all abide there
draped and clothed in my memory shrouds
The streets sleep neary a wink as the years travel on and on