Fictional tale of a busking encounter.
As I walked out one May afternoon
To earn my hummus and pita
I took my pitch in merry Greektown
Where the air wafts spanakopita.
I tuned my strings and chalked my bow
And I salted up my case
But the music stopped as soon as it began
Entranced by a bonny face.
I've stood on many corners since
In Whitehorse, Charlottetown, and Perth
But I never saw the likes again
Of the girl at Pape and Danforth.
From her helmet to the bottom of her Birks
She was all beauty and charms
And her long brown braid made me forget
The rentacops and car alarms.
She dropped her knapsack in her milk crate
With a smooth and graceful move
So I played for her the Star of County Down
My love undying to prove.
I'd hock my fiddle and pawn my soul
And I would give all they were worth
If I could just lay eyes again
On the girl at Pape and Danforth.
Well I sighed as she unlocked her bike
For I knew we'd be parting soon
But she turned her head while waiting for the light
With a quick smile for my tune.
So she sped away into the setting smog
And I swore right there and then
That I'd be there each minute that I could
Till she pass this way again.
I've stood on many corners since
In Whitehorse, Charlottetown, and Perth
But I never saw the likes again
Of the girl at Pape and Danforth.
I'd hock my fiddle and pawn my soul
And I would give all they were worth
If I could just lay eyes again
On the girl at Pape and Danforth.
For this song I took the plot to "Star of the County Down" and put it to the tune of "Girl I Left Behind Me". Pape and Danforth is an intersection in Toronto's Greek village where I have done a lot of busking.
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