Field Commander Cohen
It's four in the morning, the end of Decembe
I'm writing you now just to see if you're bette
New York is cold, but I like where I'm livin
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the deser
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hai
She said that you gave it to he
That night that you planned to go clea
Did you ever go clear
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much olde
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulde
You'd been to the station to meet every trai
And you came home without Lili Marlen
And you treated my woman to a flake of your lif
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
Well I see you there with the rose in your teet
One more thin gypsy thie
Well I see Jane's awake -
She sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my kille
What can I possibly say
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive yo
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for m
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eye
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hai
She said that you gave it to he
That night that you planned to go clear -
Sincerely, L. Cohen
