Market in the cool white mornin'

Merchants sell while women buy

Milk, tobacco, soap and matches

Sweep the floor

While the dishes dry

Spring whispered in her ear

Like soft Mediterranean wailin'



Sleepy woman by the window

Dreamin' in the morning air

Of the one who takes her sweetness

By a chinese lamp upstairs



The steam of china tea

You could hear the woman sing

In the soft flames of spring



Spring has swept the scarlet side streets

Winds caress, undress, invite

Upstairs by a china lamp

They softly talk in the cool spring night