Verdi Cries lyrics

The man in 119 takes his tea alone. Mornings we all rise to
wireless Verdi cries. I`m hearing opera through the door. The souls
of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall;
battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him
more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go
and eat them on the shore.
I draw a jackel-headed woman in the sand, sing of a lover`s
fate sealed by jealous hate then wash my hand in the sea. With just
three days more I`d have just about learned the entire scire to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with
me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all
years ago