Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corey's Coming, artist - Harry Chapin. Album song Legends Of The Lost And Found - New Greatest Stories Live, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.09.2007
Record label: Elektra, Rhino
Song language: English
Corey's Coming |
Old John Joseph was a man with two first names |
They left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trains |
And only one run a week comes on roaring down that line |
So all he got to worry 'bout is time |
I come by in the evening, to hear 'bout where he’s been |
He says «Come on, sit down kid. |
Where shall I begin?» |
He starts tellin' me the stories of the glories of his past |
But he always saves the story of his Corey for the last |
And he says my Corey’s coming |
No more sad stories, coming |
My midnight, moonlight, morning glory’s coming, aren’t ya girl? |
And like I told you, when she holds you, she enfolds you in her world |
I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew |
And so I asked the towns folk if his stories were true |
«Well,» they said, «old John was born here, he’s lived here all his life |
He’s never had a woman, let alone a wife |
And very soon you’ll find out, as you check around |
That no one named Corey’s ever lived in this town |
So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that i had heard |
But he smiled and said, «Reality is only just a word.» |
Can’t you see my Corey’s coming |
No more sad stories, coming |
My midnight, moonlight, morning glory’s coming, aren’t ya girl? |
And like I told you, when she holds you, she enfolds you in her world |
I came by one evening, but he did not hear my shout |
I looked in the window and I saw the fire was out |
When he would not wake up, I forced in the door |
And I saw that old John Joseph would tell stories no more |
The scene at the graveyard, just three of us were there |
Me and the grave digger, we heard the parson’s prayer |
He said, «We need not grieve for this man, for we know that God cared.» |
They put the cold dirt over him, and left me on my own |
And when at last I looked up, I saw I was not alone |
So I said, «If you’re a relative, he had a peaceful end.» |
That’s when she said, «My name is Corey, you can say I’m just a friend.» |
Corey’s coming |
No more sad stories, coming |
My midnight, moonlight, morning glory’s coming, aren’t ya girl? |
And like I told you, when she holds you, she enfolds you in her world |
So that’s the old man’s story, I’m glad you came tonight |
You see a busted down old railroad yard sure makes a lonely sight |
You may wonder why a young man would work out here alone |
Well the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones |
And, I confess, I get to missing the old man a bit |
And theres one other reason, I guess I could admit |
Can’t you see my Corey’s coming |
No more sad stories, coming |
My midnight, moonlight, morning glory’s coming, aren’t ya girl? |
And like he told me, when she holds me, she enfolds me in her world |