In your little China dress
That's how I loved you best
With a tulip to your chest
In the silk and satin pressed
With a left shoe on my right
And my tongue was tangled tight
The strain of it went light
As you grinned in your delight
Sayin' come on, come on, come on breath
The night air off my sleeve
Though the armies all had died
And the cavalry wouldn't ride
The whores became the brides
The night St Augustine died
And you said come on, come on, come on breath
The night air off my sleeve
When no one mans the sails
And the search for youth has failed
When my coffin is all but nailed
The words that will prevail
Are you and come on, come on, come on breath
The night air off my sleeve
Come on, come on, come on breath
The night air off my sleeve
Come on, come on, come on breath
The night air off my sleeve