Walt Whitman´s Niece Songtext

I won´t say which building,

And would not have walked up the stairs,

not to say which stairs,

If there had not been two girls,

leaving out the names of those two girls.



I recall a door, a big long room,

I´ll not tell which room,

I remember a big blue rug,

but I can´t say which rug,
A girl took down a book of poems,

not to say which book of poems

And as she read I laid my head,

and I can´t tell which head,

Down in her lap, and I can mention which lap



My seaman buddy and girl moved off

after a couple of pages and there I was,

All night long, laying and listening

and forgetting the poems.

And as well as I could recall,

or my seaman could recollect,

My girl had told us that she was a niece

of Walt Whitman, but not which niece,

And it takes a night and a girl

and a book of this kind

A long long time to find its way back