You stalked along the old canal
And you wiped the salt out from your eye
And you said suzanne, we'll have this child
I've done no gambling in my life

She began to count her debts and weep
As her fingers pulled down at her ring
Looking down into the clearest deep
Where the piers recede into the sea
And she said oh lord

I don't think you understand
You may have four years on me
But you'll never be a man
She then disappeared from you
Til the wedding in closest june

When the air hangs like a gavel stuck
Suspended just before it's struck
You bought a colt new marine
Like a true dramatic fool
Tucked inside your jacket's seam

As you shook the hand of the groom
And you said oh lord,
What a pleasure this has been
I once knew your bride-to-be
Long ago in sin