Track Insight / Lyrics
The October wind is turning slow
A boy stands where the city lights glow
Two cups, one pitcher, ice afraid
He calls to anyone who strayed
A small table by the old stone wall
He sets the cup where shadows fall
The sea is dark, the gulls have flown
A quarter glass and one bright coin
He wears his mother's faded blue
The sleeves are frayed, the hem asks through
A rusty wagon, one bent wheel
He sells the sun in orange peel
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The lighthouse keeps its patient flame
A distant tower, a steady name
But he has learned to watch the road
And trade a little light for load
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
The October sun is glowing down
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
Turn the empty street around
A boy with frost upon his nose
Calls the nighttime as it goes
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
The city lights, the city glows
A woman pauses, umbrella gray
She asks the price and seems to stay
The coins are cold inside his palm
He pours a cup, then breaks the calm
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The lighthouse burns behind the mist
A patient beam, a tender wrist
He hears the sea beneath the street
A heartbeat drum beneath his feet
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
The October sun is glowing down
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
Turn the empty street around
A boy with frost upon his nose
Calls the nighttime as it goes
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
The city lights, the city glows
The first star wakes beyond the pier
The harbor hums, the lamps are clear
He counts the pennies, small and bright
Like fireflies beneath the night
And when the final glass is gone
He keeps the sweetness, carries on
The lighthouse blinks, the boats go by
He lifts the empty pitcher high
The midnight settles on the roof
He folds the wagon, makes it proof
That even when the market fades
A little light can hold its place
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
The October moon is calling loud
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
He turns the empty street around
A boy with frost upon his nose
Feels the nighttime softly close
Sell lemonade, sell lemonade
The city lights, the city glows
The harbor bell, the river flow
He walks beneath the streetlamp's glow
No one can know the road he'll take
The boy still keeps one glass awake
