Knock
Who is there - at the door, Mrs Gilley?
Knock - Knock
Who is it - that steps upon our threshold
And disturbs our very pleasant morning, Mrs Gilley?
Why! It is the Taxman
Who presents himself
At the brink of duty.
Shall we invite his soul in for tea Mr Gilley?
Knock - Knock - Knock
Why Mr Verge foolishly eases so much closer upon the edge.
Can you see his eyes, Mrs Gilley?
Do they contain the light of human kindness?
Dear Mr Gilley, I don’t believe they are invested in such
notions.
After all, he was,
He is and he will always
Hold to his tasks as the Taxman.
Dearest Mrs Gilley go forth and discover thy purse of lamb’s
ear
And hold it secret to your luscious bosom’s warmth –
Knock - Knock – Knock - Knock
Ahh, Mr Verge,
I wouldn’t be so persistent to cross this portal
If thee knew of trusty Old Tom’s double barrels
That rest upon my arms
Waiting and primed to pay
Leaded loads upon you, the Taxman.
Mr Gilley please, before you meet with the devil’s hand –
Go off with me out the back door –
Hand in hand, my dearest love.
Oh! how sweet you are my beautiful wife.
How lovely that would be - to fall away with you
As I do each morning whence,
I envision the deep - deep blue of your eyes!
Knock - Knock – Knock – Knock – Knock
But Alas, there is nowhere else to flee, Mrs Gilley.
And, we are too old, frail and shall not be for long.
I’ll see to it that Mr Verge and Old Tom
Come to a final understanding.
Knock _
\BAM
\BAM
There - it is done.
Mrs Gilley, shall we have another cup of tea
Before we complete this day?
Very well, Mr Gilley, let us have one more tea and
lemon.
The day mustn’t end before we reach our destiny.
Do you still remember the way there, Mr Gilley?
Why, my love, I could walk there if I were blind,
Crawl myself there - if I lacked my legs,
I would merely follow the sweet sweet
Lilac bouquet of your golden hair.
Mrs Gilley, it is time –
Here, hold my hand, dearest love.
I shall never - ever let
you go again,
For missing you has been my agony to bear
And now, we will be together, once again.
Mrs Gilley.
Yes, Mr Gilley.
Do you believe in me, Mrs Gilley - as I believe in you?
