Come Sunday - The Verlaines

I don’t need to get drunk you understand

It’s just that tonight’s an occasion

And although I’ve not brought the little lady along

There’s no way I’m gonna win

Try to think things through

You never ask what you would do

When I went home he didn’t attack me

When I told the old man we’re gonna be married

There’s no debate the motion’s carried

It must be carried through

I’ve got prospects of working the land

The kid’s got to have education

Whatever I sow I will reap when it’s grown

It’s better that way in the end

Your lives are idle dreams

Here in this bar room you think that you’re free

And the old man looked overbearing

As under his breath he started swearing

He didn’t say yes but then he’s hard of hearing

He’s hard of hearing me

The old man once said that you got to beware of what’s behind you

The crudest of lures will catch you a sprat

But the trout is reliably wiser

People come out once in a while

They do not talk, they bellow

The stomach’s grief is away underneath

They say things they don’t even know

My mind has been made

'Til the dawn let abandon reign

Why do you whitewash the wall on Sunday?

Why do you build great ugly stone walls?

Why do you?