Annie Moscow: Songs
Michael from Mountains
Michael wakes you up with sweets
He takes you up streets and the rain comes down
Sidewalk markets locked up tight
Like umbrellas bright on a grey background
There’s oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns that run down the drain
In colored arrangements that Michael will change
With a stick that he found
Michael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday I will know you very well
Michael leads you to a park
He sings and it’s dark and the clouds roll by
Yellow slickers up on swings
Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky
They’ll splash home to suppers in wallpaper kitchens
Their mothers will scold
But Michael will hold you to keep away the cold
Till the sidewalks are dry
Michael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday I will know you very well
Someday I will know you very well
Michael leads you up a stair
He needs you to care and you know you do
Cats come crying to the key
And dry you will be in a towel or two
There’s rain on the window there’s sun on the painting that smiles on the wall
You want to know all but his mountains have called so you never do
Michael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday I will know you very well
Someday I will know you very well