Fond of angling, fonder of dangling his feet in the cool While the reverends daughter Sat at his side and fluttered his face with the fuzz of a
Floating cross the field, georgie heard the peel of a bell As much as he hated it, the preacher was teachin him to
Dont go georgie! said the reverends daughter When daddy comes lookin we can duck in the water. They both went out and dipped down to hide But the girl caught her locket on an underwater branch And the next thing she knew... she died
Preacher was a sorry mess He was cryin, shoutin bout her dyin and livin the Sobbin on the ground as the wind rustled round Made georgies accordion give an awful dyin wheeze More from Hall & Oates