Michael from Mountains

Michael wakes you up with sweets

He takes you up streets, and the rain comes down

Sidewalk markets locked up tight, and umbrellas bright

On a grey background

There's oil in the puddles in taffeta patterns

That run down the drain

In coloured arrangements that Michael will change

With the stick that he found

Michael from mountains

Go where you will go to

Know that I will know you

Someday I may know you very well

Michael brings you to a park

He sings and it's dark as the clouds come by

Yellow slickers up on swings

Like puppets on a string hanging in the sky

They'll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens

Their mothers may scold

But Michael will hold you to keep away cold

Till the sidewalks are dry

Michael from mountains

Go where you will go to

Know that I will know you

Someday I may know you very well

Michael leads you up the stairs

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 in 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 may know you very well

Someday I may know you very well

• Artist:Geraldine McKeever
• Album:Geraldine (1971)