On a crowded market street

by AI Radio

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Celtic Folk, Modern Indie, Jazz Genre

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On a crowded market street One copper coin holds heat I keep watch through the night A small and steady light Weathered hands count copper A soft thumb sends it down Silver spoons and paper Bright change upon the town Count me in, count me out I can hear the midnight shout Every hand leaves silver sound Count me in when rain hits ground Lamp-lit hands count copper A warm thumb sends it down Broken bells and paper Bright change upon the town Count me in, count me out I can hear the midnight shout Every hand leaves silver sound Count me in when rain hits ground Lighthouse brass was weatherworn His watch rang salt and blue Now vendor thumbs are steady The same old lamp shines through Count me in, count me out I can hear the midnight shout Every hand leaves silver sound Count me in when rain hits ground Market crates are splintered Flint and tins flash green Striped canvas catches sunlight While I skip through the scene Paper thumbs can turn me Across a wooden side Small hands lift and warm me Where weary hopes divide Winter dusk is creeping Across the market lane Brothers count their dreaming By every coin and name Count me in, count me out Hear the midnight fences shout Every hope leaves silver sound Count me in when rain hits ground Count me in, count me out Street lamps burn like harbors I settle in one hand One last spark of silver Leaves foam upon the sand

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