B's Jig

If you ever find yourself a wondering, then please my love show up You have my word your name is on every guest-list From this year to the next I dare you to surprise me in some Canadian tavern or Parisian hole Or wherever you now find yourself I shall not single you out until afterwards When we can drink and reminisce Don't be dismayed by the lines on my face and my aged appearance The same soft hearted crickle-crackle still drives me forwards You were the first child, you were it all child You were the first child, you were it all child And we can talk again of stories of your father Drugged up at breakfast and embarassed hotel staff And we escape to the corner of the bar Safely under the cover of dark Hearing the old men singing their songs Dressed in blue felt Fearful they'll ask us for a tune, but they didn't even see us Stuck as they were in their circle of songs They beg the owner for his fiddle tune and he begs them all to be quiet Before taking the floor The piano part taken by shuffled feet and hand claps and whores of joy And you and I and shuffled feet and hand claps and you and I You were the first child, you were it all child You were the first child, you were it all child