In a Cab
Quick flicking of horses' hoofs over cobbles
And the soft burr of droning wheels.
Why is it with us Love always wears
The faded green coat of an old coachman?
No matter — for shining green broadcloth
Is a convenient screen for our love-making.
Drive slowly, good coachman,
For the afternoon is all dust and gold,
And I would have a long look at the houses.
And the soft burr of droning wheels.
Why is it with us Love always wears
The faded green coat of an old coachman?
No matter — for shining green broadcloth
Is a convenient screen for our love-making.
Drive slowly, good coachman,
For the afternoon is all dust and gold,
And I would have a long look at the houses.
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