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I guess it's set before the partition of Ireland, and therefore the narrator isn't Van Morrison, but a protestant schoolboy in Dublin. The song begins with his adult self in a reverie on Cyprus Avenue, remembering bygone days, seeing himself as a teenager, clutching history books, entranced by the sight of Madame George, a glamorous transvestite, leading a drunken soldier boy back to her flat.
And it stoned me to my soul. Stoned me just like goin' home. And it stoned me. Then the rain let up and the sun came up. And we were gettin' dry. Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by. So we jumped right in and the driver grinned. And he dropped us up the road. Yeah, we looked at the swim and we jumped right in.
When no one steps on my dreams there'll be days like this. When people understand what I mean there'll be days like this. When you ring out the changes of how everything is. Well my mama told me there'll be days like this. Oh my mama told me. There'll be days like this. Oh my mama told me.
And I'm real, real gone. And Sam Cooke is on the radio. And the night is filled with space. And your fingertips touch my face. You're a friend of mine. And I'm real, real gone. I'm real gone. Oh Lord I got hit by a bow and arrow. Got me down to the very marrow.
There'll be days like this. When no one's in a hurry. There'll be days like this. When you don't get betrayed. By that old Judas kiss. Oh my mama told me. There'll be days like this. [Verse 3 ...
Sweet Thing Lyrics: And I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first / And I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirst / And I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high
Just like honey from the bee. You can't stop us on the road to freedom. You can't keep us 'cause our eyes can see. Men with insight, men in granite. Knights in armor bent on chivalry. She's as sweet as Tupelo honey. She's an angel of the first degree. She's as sweet as Tupelo honey. Just like honey, baby, from the bee.
