Come now, take my hand
and let us wander through the streets
Through the narrow winding alleys
where the women hang their sheets
On the avenues where traffic roars and rumbles
Where a stranger smiles and mumbles
And twilight time engulfs us as we roam
A splash of light that splits the dark
The sound of laughter in the park
Windows open to the evening air
when the summer heat's too much to bear
And mothers call their roaming children home
Here we can stroll or we can pause
to peer through partly open doors
At quiet rooms filled with bric-a-brac
And grandma knitting in the back
Boys playing marbles on their knees
Girls playing jacks in twos and threes
And someone making music with a comb
No need to wander very far
to see what made us who we are
No matter what we've done or seen
we're always who we've always been
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