G C D (2X) G Down on Cyprus Avenue C D G C With a childlike vision leaping into view D G Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe C D G C Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George D G C Marching with the soldier boy behind D G C He's much older now with hat on drinking wine D G And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through C D G The cool night air like Shalimar And outside they're making all the stops The kids out in the street collecting bottle tops Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops Happy taken Madame George That's when you fall Whoa, that's when you fall Yeah, that's when you fall When you fall into a trance Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance With your folded arms and history books you glance Into the eyes of Madame George And you think you found the bag You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag In the corner playing dominoes in drag The one and only Madame George And then from outside the frosty window raps She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think that it's the cops And immediately drops everything she gots Down into the street below And you know you gotta go On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row Throwing pennies at the bridges down below And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow Say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all So cold And as you're about to leave She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves And the love that loves the love that loves the love that loves to love the love that loves to love To say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George Dry your eyes for Madame George Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street In the backstreet, in the back street Say goodbye to Madame George In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street Down home, down home in the back street Gotta go Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye... Say goodbye to Madame George And the loves to love to love the love... Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye Oooooo Mmmmmmm Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love... Say goodbye, goodbye Get on the train Get on the train, the train, the train... This is the train, this is the train... Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye.... Get on the train, get on the train... Words from Van Morrison Website