I am thinking about the woman in a century of peace
On a bright mosaic she is washing on her knees
And she looks up at the black sky beyond the mountain tall
She says, "Oh good, the rain is finally going to fall today."
This was Pompeii.

And everyone has memories of the night that melted stone
The neighbour's nightgown, the screaming on the phone
And the tired man at the station says, "We can't tell who's alive
All we ever know is that the tourists survive."
"Tra la, tra la," they say, they say
"Let's Go Pompeii."

And as for my own kingdom, not a table leg was charred
I simple lost my kindgom 'cause I held it much too hard
Once I had a sadness, the sadness turned to trust
The trust turned into ashes and to lawyers and dust
A century, a day
This was Pompeii.

Writer : DAR WILLIAMS
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