Streets of Quebec Lyrics

We were drinking hard on rue Couillard as the bars were letting out.

The Northern Lights were a gossamer blight, knockin’ some stars about.

Those stars shone down in shadows where no light ever shone back out.

We tuned guitars beneath the stars of that ruined, ribbon sky.

A mandolin sounded still in the wind and froze some passers-by.

The lilting sharp of some wino’s mouth harp seemed to cry…

I saw the street lamps burnin’ low

I listened to the whisperin’ wind blow.

I felt it on the back of my neck,

sittin’ on the streets of Quebec.

Well now Spider sang a few of those weary blues and

the crowd drew closer in.

I sang high part and pierced a heart as the toothless wino grinned.

And Nick Goodspeed he blew some weed and howled into the wind.

We sang hard and loud to reach the crowd where the faces came and went.

The walls of stone echoed our tones when all our songs were spent.

We left the site well past midnight with no word of what it all meant.

But ever’ now and then I remember when we walked those narrow streets.

The high church vault, the cracked asphalt, the girls swaying to the beat.

The dark shadows where starlight froze, our song so short and sweet.

Chansons d’alouette, je veille, je dors

j’écoute l’alouette et puis je m’endors.