Don't Let the Tears

When the mystics play their trumpets Round the backside of your house And it rings just like a hound-dog Running through the door That brass is shining in the sundown And a sax is ringing out For a lion-headed trombone's fearsome roar Don't let the tears flow down beneath your leaves For the years can drown just as easily As the rain coming down on the hills all around... Can drown... a summer breeze With your saints and greasy demons Playing cards inside your head It's no wonder you're a weather vein "Jimmy lock the door!!!" It ain't nothing but some heaven thawed And dripping on your head From the ceiling fan fixture To the moldy frowning floor Don't let the tears flow down beneath your leaves For the years can drown just as easily As the rain coming down on the hills all around... Can drown... a summer breeze You're a fixture of the kingdom A gas lamp on the moon A prophet from the second century A Nantucket whaler's fastest Sea salt steel harpoon That sailed and pinned the tail on Don Quixote Don't let the tears flow down beneath your leaves For the years can drown just as easily As the rain coming down on the hills all around... Can drown... a summer breeze