In the soft flames of spring
By a Chinese lamp upstairs
Spring has swept the scarlet side streets
The steam of China tea
Spring whispered in her ear
Milk, tobacco, soap and matches
You could hear the woman sing
Sleepy woman by the window
Dreamin' in the morning air
Like soft Mediterranean wailin'
Of the one who takes her sweetness
Sweep the floor while the dishes dry
Upstairs by a China lamp
Winds caress, undress, invite