Beside You Van Morrison

Little Jimmy’s gone
Away out of the back street out of the window
To the falling rain
Right on time
Right on time

That’s why Broken Arrow
Waved his finger down the road so dark and narrow in the evening
Just before the Sunday six-bell chime
Six bells chime
And all the dogs are barking
Way on down the diamond-studded highway where you wander
And you roam from your retreating view

And way over on the railroad
Tomorrow while the tipping trucks roll out all together
Every scrapbook stuck with glue
And I’ll stand beside you
Beside you
Oh, child

To never never never wonder why at all
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
To never, never, wonder why at all
To never, never, never, wonder why
It’s gotta be, it has to be