[Lyric] Telegram From Coastal Town (Gustav Holger)

The nightly rains speak softly
The street lights toll in spite
The radio’s frantic drone is cut
As it’s tuned in to the night
Felted keys in ivory
Plays the midnight hour its psalm
And every note sends ripples
On the surface of its calm

The ancient facades shiver
Next to time’s abiding youth
Wishin’ once again to suffer
What old age works so to soothe
The women’s prior partings
Remain the last words from the yard
Where silent in the kerosene light
Sit the old mеn cuttin’ cards

Here man and weary wеather
Have had lifetimes to reconcile
And weaves of clement sea mist
Are draped between the isles
Here the city’s gentle inlet
Acts a cradle for men at sea
And its dimly-lit concrete
Acts an old embrace for me