Adam's at the window, Staring at the apple trees on fire

Waiting for the windfall, that brings the smile of kings and their desire

Door blows in behind him, a floral pattern summer dress so gay

Burning in the sunlight, too late to wait

For darkenss won't delay, to steal her cherry lips away

For while the coreless tongues of sunlight, Slowly trickle down

The curve of hips her fingertips

In kissing sips we drown

In kissing sips we drown



And Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way



Adam's on the island, living in the land of love

Shadows lurk around him, drunk on the royal jelly of pure love

Full and ripe the fruit hang, for when the prince arrives he will want more

And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup

The son of a swan will then loose his plumera, and he will wear a new age suit

And haunt the joints in town, and play a silver magic flute

And call his lovers down

And call his lovers down



And Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way

Adam will have his way



Adam's at the easel, Painting in the wrinkles and the grey

Waiting for November, Easy with the darkness of the day

Smiles a tear of gladness, and Adams at the window once again

Burning in the sunlight, too late to wait

For darkness won't delay, to steal her cherry lips away

For while the careless tongues of sunlight, Slowly trickle down

The curve of hips, her fingertips

In kissing sips we drown

In kissing sips we drown



And Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way

Adam will have his way

and Adam will have his way, Adam will have his way

Adam will have his way