Nick Mulvey - Cucurucu in the Live Lounge

Softly, in the evening dusk, a woman is singing to me; She takes me back down the vista of my years, until I see I see a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings. Cucurucu, cucurucu Softly now in the evening dusk, a woman is singing to me; She takes me back down the vista of my years, until I see A boy, a child underneath the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings Pressing the poised feet of his mother who smiles at him as she sings Yearning to belong, yearning to belong My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong Cucurucu, cucurucu Singing cucurucu, cucurucu Till the melodies of childish days, are upon, upon me And they take me back, back down the river They keep leading me on, they lead me until I see And all of my manhood is