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Jimmy MacCarthy
Adam's at the window Staring at the apple trees on fire Waiting for the windfall That brings the smile of kings and their desire Door blows in behind him A floral pattern summer dress so gay Burning in the sunlight Too late to wait For darkness won't delay To steal her cherry lips away For while the coareless tongues of sunlight Slowly trickle down The curve of hips her fingertips In kissing sips we drown In kissing sips we drown And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam's on the island Living in the land of love Shadows lurk around him Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love Full and ripe the fruit hang For when the prince arrives he will want more And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup The son of a swan will then loose his plumera And he will wear a new age suit And haunt the joints in town And play a silver magic flute And call his lovers down And call his lovers down And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam will have his way Adam's at the easel Painting in the wrinkles and the grey Waiting for November Easy with the darkness of the day Smiles a tear of gladness And Adams at the window once again Burning in the sunlight Too late to wait For darkness won't delay To steal her cherry lips away For while the careless tongues of sunlight Slowly trickle down The curve of hips, her fingertips In kissing sips we drown In kissing sips we drown And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way And Adam will have his way Adam will have his way