Ballad Of The Cloud

The the cloudShall comeA misty eveningWith the cafes swelling with smokeLittle man sings intoHis glass of beerOf the most beautiful lossIn front of himSuddenlyWind and seaA sinister breezeThat the night shall come On the bridge that shinesUnder the moonA little more wineOn the path of a sailorWho left the seaIn the depths of timeBut here is the sun