The day flees the town with a drunkard's yell Silence from the slaughterhouse And the midnight bell Shudders down Shambles alley Slamming shutters And the market litter flies Newspaper acrobats, straw and rags Whirl up to Tom's window... And away Simple Tom looks out across the town Come into my shipwreck room Creaking beams and tilting shadows And the tallow-sticks burn High above the cobble streets Come into my shipwreck room Jenny Bailey We can see Tom's hand only Pulling horse-hair from the chair The candle splutters His pupil shrinks, his pupil grows You are my ghost Jenny Bailey Come and dance with me While the whole town sleeps Simple Tom looks out across the town Walk across the scaly roofs Look into my open window Oh, my rooftop girl Rats-tail hair and milky skin Glinting in the weather-vanes Jenny Bailey...
