The Sun Pours Down Like Honey

Listening: Suzanne, Leonard Cohen

“Now Suzanne takes your hand,
and she leads you to the river.
She is wearing rags and feathers
from Salvation Army counters.
And the sun pours down like honey
on our lady of the harbor,
and she shows you where to look
among the garbage and the flowers.
There are heroes in the seaweed,
there are children in the morning,
they are leaning out for love
and they will lean that way forever,
while Suzanne holds the mirror.”


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