There are no carpets on the floor
So if a fork falls
There is a formidable noise
I guess that doesn\'t matter
For a little Monday meal
Just the two of us....
On a Friday night
Full to the brim with people
There must be quite a din
If one likes that kind of thing
For now let\'s just slip
To the table at the back
Where barely a soul passes by
And in our harbour
Be two much traveled ships
That in that harbour\'s darkness hide