Corey's Coming Long

Harry Chapin

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Open: - - - - - Old John Joseph was a man with two first names                                                       - They left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trains And only one run a week comes on roarin’ down that line So all he’s got to worry about is time He sits in the breakhouse his hands out to the fire Movin’ through his memories of love and desire Tellin’ me the stories of the glories of his past                                         - But he always saves the story of his Corey for the last And he says my Corey’s coming no more sad stories coming                                                         - My midnight moonlight morning glory’s coming aren’t you girl? And like I told you when she holds you She enfolds you in her world - - - - - I’d come by in the evening to find out where he’d been                                         - He’d say come on sit down kid where shall I  begin? And I’d say you know my favorite though you know I like the rest But I love the way you tell me of your Corey the best And so I’d hear his life long love recreated by his tongue He’d turn back the years she’d seem forever young Though the other stories changed as they rolled through his head He’d say the same words about Corey just before he went to bed And then he’d send me away but he’d be smiling as he said Can’t you see my Corey’s coming no more sad stories coming                                                        - My midnight moonlight morning glory’s coming aren’t you girl? And like I told you when she holds you She enfolds you in her world - - - - - I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew                                        - So I asked the townfolk if his stories were true They said Old John was born here he’s lived here all his life He never had a woman let alone a wife And very soon you’ll find out as you check around That no one named Corey’s ever lived in this town So I chided the old man about the truth that I had heard                                - He smiled and said reality is only just a word Can’t you see my Corey’s coming no more sad stories coming                                                         - My midnight moonlight morning glory’s coming aren’t you girl? And like I told you when she holds you She enfolds you in her world I came by one evening but he did not hear my shout I looked in the window and I saw the fire was out When he would not wake up I forced in the door And I found that old John Joseph would tell stories........ no more The scene at the graveyard just three of us were there Me and the grave digger we heard the parson’s prayer NO CHORD He said we need not grieve for this man For we know that God cares They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own                                      - When at last I looked up I saw I was not alone Standing there in silence with a shawl around her head Was a beautiful young woman I remember what she said                            - Is that John Joseph there? I nodded my head yes                                - - - That brought a soft smile from her She said it’s time he got some rest So I said if you’re a relative he had a peaceful end                                - - - That’s when she said my name is Corey You could say I’m just a friend Corey’s coming no more sad stories coming                                                        - My midnight moonlight morning glory’s coming aren’t you girl? And like I told you when she holds you She enfolds you in her world - - - - - So that’s the old man’s story I’m glad you came tonight                                                       - You see a busted down old railroad yard sure makes a lonely site You may wonder why a young man would work out here alone The job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones And I confess I get to missing the old man a bit                                   - - - Yes there’s one other reason I guess I could admit Corey’s coming no more sad stories coming                                                        - My midnight moonlight morning glory’s coming aren’t you girl? And like he told me when she holds you She enfolds me in her world - - -

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La chanson raconte l'histoire d'un vieux homme, John Joseph, qui évoque avec nostalgie sa vie et ses souvenirs, tout en se concentrant particulièrement sur une femme nommée Corey qui semble jouer un rôle central dans son existence. Bien qu'on découvre qu'il n'a jamais eu de relation réelle avec une telle personne, son amour pour Corey demeure fort et il semble que cette figure symbolique lui apporte réconfort et espoir. À travers ses récits, il dépeint un monde où le rêve et la réalité se mêlent, faisant de Corey une source de lumière et de bonheur pour lui. Le cadre de cette histoire est un ancien dépôt de train, symbole de solitude et de nostalgie, où John se remémore ses plus chères pensées. À la fin, une rencontre inattendue avec une jeune femme qui se présente comme Corey semble donner une touche mystique à son récit, comme si cette présence incarne tous ses espoirs et rêves non réalisés. Cela invite à réfléchir sur le lien entre la réalité et nos désirs les plus profonds, tout en mettant en avant la beauté de la mémoire et de l'attente.