Though I know the night has fallen
And the sun sailed out to sea
I will wait here for the band to play
The trumpet volunt’ry
With one foot on the seashore
And the other in the sand
I will stand here plaiting daisies
Whilst you play the piano-grande
Caprice, your bugle blew away
The cobwebs from my ears
And for once, I stood quite naked
Ashamed, I wept the tears
Which I tried to hide inside
Myself from me, I mean from you
But the shame I found too painful
And the pain it only grew
Magdalene, my Regal Zonophone