Lyrics Grande Piano - Stackridge

Grande Piano

You fence me in, you break me out
The people grin, they see me shout
And you would play your grande piano
In the fine array you matched with Handel
Grasping, clasping
You lose your lead, you tear your books
The host is pleased to share your looks
And you would play your grande piano
In fine array you matched with Handel
Staking, raking
We talked about all the places we’d seen
When I saw you there and I thought of my dream
Where you’d grown so tall and how you were small
When the major-seventh interlude had crashed!
We talked about all the places we’d seen
When I saw you there and I thought of my dream
Where you’d grown so tall and how you were small
When the major-seventh interlude had crashed!
After eight, approaching nine
The garden gate, the dancing wine
I always loved your grande piano
Until the day you swam the Channel
Blinking, sinking