Softly in the evening dusk, a woman is singing to me
She takes me back, down the vista of my years until I see
I see a child underneath, the piano in the boom of the tingling strings
Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings
Cucurucu
Cucurucu
Hmm
Hmm
Softly now in the evening dusk, a woman is singing to me
And she takes me back down the vista of my years until I see
A boy, a child underneath the piano in the boom of the tingling strings
Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings
Yearning to belong, yearning to belong
My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong
In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs
My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong
Hmm
'Til the melodies of childish days, are upon, upon me
And they take me back, back down the river
They keep leading me on, they lead me until I see
That all of my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, and I weep like a child for the past
Singing Cucurucu, Cucurucu
Singing Cucurucu, Cucurucu
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
Hmm
I see a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings
Listen to me son, I'll tell you why your father's strong
'Cause he can still say every single day, he's yearning to belong
Yearning to belong, yearning to belong
My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong
In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs
My heart beats with a ceaseless, meets with a peaceless burning to belong
Singing Cucurucu, Cucurucu
Singing Cucurucu
Singing Cucurucu, Cucurucu
Cucurucu
