Marcy in a coat of flowers
Stops inside a candy store
Reds are sweet and greens are sour
Still no letter at her door
So she'll wash her flower curtains Hang them in the wind to dry
Dust her tables with his shirt
And wave another day goodbye
Marcy's faucet needs a plumber Marcy's sorrow needs a man
Red is autumn,
green is summer Greens are turning and the sand
All along the ocean beaches Stares a p'n'ty
at the sky
Marcy buys a bag of peaches Stops a postman passing by
And summer goose falls to the sidewalk like string
And brown people
winter blows
Up from the river there's no one to take her
To the sea
Marcy dresses warm,
it's snowing Takes a yellow kebab towel
Better stop than greens for going Sees a show and drives back down
Down along the Hudson River
Past the shipyards in the cold
Still no letters been delivered Still the winter days unfold
Like magazines fading in dusty attics And slithers make a dream
Bring him back to summer And hear how he tells her
Wait for me
Marcy leaves and doesn't tell us
Where or why she moved away
Red is angry,
green is jealous That was all she had to say
Someone thought they saw her Sunday
Window shopping in the rain
Someone heard she'd bought a one-way ticket
And went west again