Tuscan Sun

Calico carts being towed in the morning light on to the square in front of me 

Long long gone,              

dreamers, everyone

Doors off the alleys,        

firewalls protecting the secrets from the sun

Long long gone, writers, everyone

All the love and the passion they would turn to stone

Michelangelo’s David,  Donatello’s throne

The solitary lover who’s mind starts to roam

To the girl on the balcony who’s all alone

And he sings and she sighs, as he wanders home,      

in the heat of the

Tuscan sun,                

Summertime so hot I can tell,  Dante’s inferno, can’t match the hell  

Long long gone         

poets, everyone

Galileo lies sleeping near his optic glass,  

Medici planets were in his grasp

Long long gone,       

starry messengers, everyone

Tailor man he’s seen it all before ,         

You’ll only find the artists on the factory floor

Beautiful jackets,  beautiful bags,     

you want to buy them all, 

Shining silver, leather shoes,      

just give me a  call 

I’ll send them to your door

I don’t want to be a solitary 

Lover anymore     

Take my hand come to my room

We can both enjoy the view

Then lay together

very still   

in the heat  of the

Tuscan sun