Bookseller in the Rain

Lyrics
See the bookseller in the rain And the books on the table opened up to the sky In the first light drizzle of a gray afternoon, in the city See the bookseller in the rain And the stall that he keeps in the street Looking something like a trailer in a trailer park In the morning, when he opens up the doors And out floods the world on the tables As the books open up with their promise of adventure And their stories, and their pеople And the places you could travеl Through their pictures And they're opening like flowers And I tell myself I'm a part of them As the printed pages fly by And the people all come alive again In a simple blink of an eye Here, a tale of woe, there, a comedy And a Dickens' novel or two And a story told by O. Henry I have barely time to review 'Til the first drop of rain See the bookseller in the rain Quickly run to the tables And collect all the books Bring them in from the spatter of the thunderstorm Placing cover, onto cover, onto cover, onto cover And the doors of the stall swinging shut Mister bookseller in the rain Let me in I'm a closed book too
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Credits
- Writers
- Maury Yeston