Grande Piano - Stackridge

You fence me in, you break me out

The people grin, they see me shout

And you would play your grande piano

In the fine array you matched with Handel

Grasping, clasping

You lose your lead, you tear your books

The host is pleased to share your looks

And you would play your grande piano

In fine array you matched with Handel

Staking, raking

We talked about all the places we’d seen

When I saw you there and I thought of my dream

Where you’d grown so tall and how you were small

When the major-seventh interlude had crashed!

We talked about all the places we’d seen

When I saw you there and I thought of my dream

Where you’d grown so tall and how you were small

When the major-seventh interlude had crashed!

After eight, approaching nine

The garden gate, the dancing wine

I always loved your grande piano

Until the day you swam the Channel

Blinking, sinking