fifth avenue, noon in the corner saloon watchin the september moonrise connecticut barns put on their charms, they'll make you wise the red cross nurse follows a hearse, you know she's silently weepin but like the woods in the fall, she's sheddin her tears after all and by the early mornin calm all her worries will be gone and she'll be lyin there in celia's garden now battery park sat in the dark under the late afternoon skies while the messengers march by washington arch he'll put you wise the etcher, in awe, she stare at tangara you know she's silently weepin but while the bricklayers fall, she's already dressed for the ball and by the early mornin calm all her worries will be gone and she'll be lyin there in celia's garden