Michael From Mountains

Michael wakes you up with sweets

He takes you up streets and the rain comes down

Sidewalk markets locked up tight

And umbrellas bright on a grey background

There's oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns

That run down the drain

In colored arrangements that Michael will change

With a stick that he found

Michael from mountains

Go where you will go to

Know that I will know you

Someday I may know you very well

Michael brings you to a park

He sings and it's dark when the clouds come by

Yellow slickers up on swings

Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky

They'll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens

Their mother will scold

But Michael will hold you to keep away the cold

Till the sidewalks are dry

Michael from mountains

Go where you will go to

Know that I will know you

Someday I may know you very well

Michael leads you up the stairs

He needs you to care and you know you do

Cats come crying to the key

And dry you will be in a towel or two

There's rain in the window

And sun in the painting that smiles from the wall

You want to know all, but his mountains have called

So you never do

Michael from mountains

Go where you will go to

Know that I will know you

Someday I may know you very well

Someday I will know you very well