"Do you hear the beauty, the cooing?" says a lord of the barges, a summer visitor on the Rapee quay. | |
"Or a little pyramid of glass for the circular quay? | |
"They would stroll along the quay" | |
(man) I was on board the USS California, tied to quay 3. I was on the quarterdeck, getting ready for a colour - as a matter of fact, I was a member of the band. | |
(man) l was on board the USS California, tied to quay 3. | |
"Do you hear the beauty, the cooing?" says a lord of the barges, a summer visitor on the Rapee quay. | |
"Or a little pyramid of glass for the circular quay? | |
"They would stroll along the quay" | |
(man) I was on board the USS California, tied to quay 3. I was on the quarterdeck, getting ready for a colour - as a matter of fact, I was a member of the band. | |
(man) l was on board the USS California, tied to quay 3. | |
"Oh my love, those eyes of yours... nocturnal quays filled with farewells. " | |
- The quays are the quays. | |
A river with bridges, docks and quays a river with eddies from sewers and sometimes a drowned man, if it is not a dead dog. | |
All of Queimada's sugar is rotting in storehouses and on the quays. | |
And the other day at the quays? | |
"Oh my love, those eyes of yours... nocturnal quays filled with farewells. " | |
- The quays are the quays. | |
A river with bridges, docks and quays a river with eddies from sewers and sometimes a drowned man, if it is not a dead dog. | |
All of Queimada's sugar is rotting in storehouses and on the quays. | |
And the other day at the quays? | |