And the Baby Never Cries
Well, I've sung out one more evening, And I'm wrung out, feeling beat. I walk on out the door once more To an empty city street. A Good guitar will serve you well When you're living in the lights But it's never going to warm you In the middle of the night. And so I come and go with her in whispers. Each and every time she says she dies. When she is reborn again I kiss her. And the baby never cries. She works in the daytime, She leave her baby with a friend. I sing every evening, I only see her now and then. I come to her at midnight, When 'bout half the world's asleep, And she puts me back together, In the hours before I leave. Her apartment is down on Perry Street, There's a tree in her backyard. Her old man had left her, He just took off for the coast, And I caught her on the rebound When I needed her the most.
Written by: HARRY F. CHAPIN
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