Molly sticks her hand outside her window, drops a coin into the street
It clinks it jingle jangles like the bed that she will share
The bed that she will share

Leo walks the street and buys her books and thinks about her all the time
He wishes he could be that man, that jingle jangle man
That jingle jangle man

How many streets must he walk?
How many hours must she sleep?
How many years must go by?
Before they walk outside together,
See the heaventree of stars above?

Oh it's the word
The word that all men know
The word that all men keep inside they keep it all inside.
The word that all men know

Stephen Dedaelus is speaking latin 'cause he don't know what to say
He just writes his poems and thinks of when he'll sail away
Of when he'll sail away.

Stephen's mom already sailed away, but on a different kind of ship
He wishes he had said goodbye, had held her one last time
He held her one last time.

How many books must he read?
How many poems must he write?
How many trials must he bare?
Before he lets someone come in
To see the nightblue fruit he keeps inside?

Oh it's the word
The word that all men know
The word that all men keep inside they keep it all inside
Let it be love.
Let it be love.
Let it be love.
The word that all men know.

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"The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit." -- James Joyce, Ulysses