(van morrison)   Originally performed by van morrison. this cover is found on the trash can tape (a bootleg tape).   Down on cyprus avenue   With a child-like vision leaping into view.   The clicking clacking of the high-heeled shoes,   Ford and fitzroy; madame george.   Marching with the soldierboy behind   He's much older now with hat on, drinking wine   And the smell of sweet perfume comes drifting thru   In the cool night breeze like shalimar   And then your self control lets go   And suddenly you're up against the bathroom door.   The hallway lights are finely getting dim   You're in the front row touching him   And outside they're making all the stops   The kinds out in the streets collecting bottle tops,   Going for cigarettes and matches to the shops,   Happy talking, madame george   And that's when you fall, oh,   Oh, that's when you fall      And you fall into a trance   Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance   With your folded arms in history books you glance   Into the eyes of madame george   And you think you've found your bag,   You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag   And in the corner playing dominoes in drag,   The one and only madame george   And outside the frosty window raps   She says "be cool, I think that it's the cops"   Stands up, drops everything she gots,   It's not easy now you know   Now you know you gotta go   Catch a train from dublin up to sandy row,   In the wind, rain & fog & slush & snow   Keep on going on   Say good-bye we know you're pretty far out   And all the little boys comin' round   They got gold cigarette lighters in their pockets   Walking away from it all, so cool.   That's when you fall.