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 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'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'll 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
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 Adam's at the window once again.
He's 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.

Adam will have his way, he will have his way
Adam will have his way.

Adam's at the window....

Jimmy McCarthy