Beans and Noodles - Krista Weaver

Beans and Noodles Lyrics

His name was Noodles; Beans was her name
Got married on a Friday and nobody came
They rented an apartment down by the canal
He liked the way she sang and she liked his smile
He got a job painting signs--always spelled them wrong
She got good at baking cakes and writing poems on 'em
They had a couple of children, loved them tenderly
Then it was Beans and Noodles and Noodles and Beans
Oh and the years just fell away like fingernail clippings
Or locks of hair
Oh and they got old one day and they drifted toward the skyline like two Seagulls floating on the air
His name was Noodles; Beans was her name
Got buried on a Friday and everybody came

Children and grandchildren and friends all came to call
For those two plain people who had loved them all so well
Here lie Beans and Noodles; Someone bless them from above
Their life was their creation; their fortune was their love
copyright 2005 Krista Weaver
After a poem in Isaac Bashevis Singer's novel "Shosha"
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Lyrics submitted by Krista Weaver.