Marcie - Fairport Convention

Marcie in a coat of flowers

Steps 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

Marcie’s faucet needs a plumber

Marcie’s sorrow needs a man

Red is autumn green is summer

Greens are turning and the sand

All along the ocean beaches

Stares up empty at the sky

Marcie buys a bag of peaches

Stops a postman passing by

And summer goes

Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper

Winter blows

Up from the river there’s no one to take her

To the sea

Marcie dresses warm its snowing

Takes a yellow cab uptown

Red is stop and green’s for going

Sees a show and rides back down

Down along the Hudson River

Past the shipyards in the cold

Still no letter’s been delivered

Still the winter days unfold

Like magazines

Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars

Make a dream

Dream back to summer and hear how

He tells her

Wait for me

Marcie 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 bought a one-way ticket

And went west again