Streets of Montreal - Peter Spencer

You are a French-speaking truck driver's daughter.

I am a stumbler after all.

I have followed you so long it isn't funny,

Down the streets of Montreal.

We brushed the dirty snow off of the roses
Pinned to your white shawl.
We did the stations of the cross by moonlight
Down the streets of Montreal.

Down the streets of Montreal the children singing
Know your name but they won't tell me.
Perhaps I'll can you Beatrice
After a town in Nebraska.

Until you sent me the ghost of Judy Garland
I didn't know you heard the call.
I see your shoulder blades before me in the lamplight
Down the streets of Montreal.

Down the streets of Montreal the bells are ringing
All their sailors back to sea.
Perhaps I'll call you Constance
After a famous silent film star.

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