Cucurucu - Nick Mulvey

Softly in the evening dusk, a women is singing to me

She takes me back, down the vista of my years until I see

I see a child underneath, the piano in the boom of the tingling strings

Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings

Cucurucu, cucurucu

Softly now in the evening dusk a women is singing to me

And she takes me back down the vista of my years until I see

A boy, a child underneath the piano in the boom of the tingling strings

Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings

Yearning to belong yearning to belong

My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong

In spite of myself and all of these nursery songs

My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong

Till the melodies of childish days, are upon, upon me

And they take me back, back down the river

They keep leading me on, they lead me till I see

That all of my manhood is cast

Down in the flood of remembrance, and I weep like a child for the past

Sing cucurucu, cucurucu

Singing cucurucu, cucurucu

I see a child underneath the piano in the boom of the tingling strings

Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings

Listen to me son, I tell you why your father’s strong

Cause he can still say every single day he’s yearning to belong

Yearning to belong, yearning to belong

My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong

In spite of myself and all of these nursery songs

My heart beats with a ceaseless weeps with a peace-less burning to belong

Singing cucurucu, cucurucu

Singing cucurucu, singing cucurucu

Cucurucu, cucurucu