Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, and Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now
with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume
comes drifting through
All the cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street
collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes
and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
Woah, that's when you fall
Woah-wo-wo-wo-wo- woah
That's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a trance
A sitting on a sofa
playing games of chance
With your folded arms
and history books you glance
Into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bag
You're getting weaker
and your knees begin to sag
In a corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
Then from outside
The frosty window raps
She jumps up and says
"Lord, have mercy I think that it's the cops"
And immediately
drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies
at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye to Madame
George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Woah
And as you leave, the room is filled with music
Laughing, music, dancing, music
all around the room
And all the little boys
come around, walking away from it all
So cold
And as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says "Hey love
You forgot your gloves, and
The love that loves
the love that loves the love
That loves the love that loves to love
The love that loves to love the love,
the gloves"
To say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbye
In the wind and the rain
on the backstreet
In the backstreet, in the backstreet
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the backstreet,
in the backstreet
Woah-oh, yeah-woah
Down home,
down home in the backstreet
Gotta go
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Say goodbye to Madame George
Van Morrison 
