Prophecy Made Going “Down Along.”
Don’t tell, but I think there’s a miracle today;
The Old North Church is full of Western light,
And the bush near by is afire; very bright
Shine the windows in the tower, for the last half hour
Some starlings have ranged there whistling and calling,
The barometer is falling,
It’s Underground Moon this week, you know;
(Don’t tell anybody I said so,
But I think there’s a miracle today.)
Somewhere on the Island something’s going to happen;
Don’t ask me, I don’t know anything about it.
Whatever I say I’d just as lief shout it,
(But there’s going to be a miracle today!)
If there’s any pass at all a-going your way,
Better say
(There’s going to be a miracle today.)
Don’t tell them who said so—they wouldn’t like it, hey?
(But there’s going to be a miracle today!)
I know it for sure, for I’ve stood for one hour
Watching those starlings in the North Church Tower.
So if you want a gam,
It’s sure I am
That there’s going to be a miracle today.
So that’s the drift,
Though maybe they’ll be miffed—
“He hasn’t got the run of it,” they’ll say,
But—there’s going to be a miracle today!