Cambridge Nights
(recording pending)

 

Setting sun, my day is done, it's time for me to go

Hop a train cross river to a bar I've come to know

Out at Central Square and I can hear the siren's call

Step into the Cantab which bids welcome, one and all

 

Ceremonial master, Mr. Bartley, on guitar

John & Bo keep watchful eye on entry to the bar

P.J. at the soundboard, he knows how to make it sing

And on his heels is Mr. White, the reigning ukulele king

 

These are my Cambridge nights

The lights, the heights, the sounds, the sights

Cambridge nights mmm-hmm

Cambridge nights, The lights, the heights, the sounds, the sights

Cambridge nights mmm-hmm

 

Steve behind the counter doling out the sacred brew

Christine at the tables taking care of you

Carla every now & then will grace us with a poem

All too soon the clock strikes one and I am heading home

 

Too far from

 

Not far from the bar are intellectual pursuits

Clever engineers that measure bridges out in Smoots

Hallowed halls of Harvard birthing industry tycoons

They could use a night or two well-spent inside saloons

 

All part of

Richard Goldman 2007