The Year of the Cat Songtext
von Al Stewart

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolor in the rain
Don′t bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came

In the year of the cat

She doesn′t give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'til your sense of which direction
Completely disappears


By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
"These days," she says, "I feel my life
Just like a river running through

The year of the cat"

While she looks at you so coolly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what′s waiting inside

The year of the cat

Well morning comes and you′re still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on

But the drumbeat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the newborn day
You know sometime you′re bound to leave her
But for now, you're gonna stay

In the year of the cat

Mm, year of the cat