The Carmichaels - Al Stewart
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Mr Carmichael says that he loves his wife, I believe he does
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Gives her everything that a man can give
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But Mr Carmichael beggars himself on the altar of his love
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And you can tell him that that's not the way to live
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And oh how the wind has blown
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The leaves from the linden tree
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And oh when the night grows free
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Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me?

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Mrs Carmichael rises at ten, takes her time, is at her ease
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Drinking coffee in slippers and negligee
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Opens the door and the milkman brings her dreams, there's no-one sees
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Except the statue of Venus and she won't say
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And oh how the wind has blown
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The leaves from the linden tree
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And oh when the night grows free
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Why does Mrs Carmichael come to me?

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Oh Mr Carmichael, captain and star of his office billiards team
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Smiles to greet the applause as his ball goes in
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Hurrying back, bringing his victory home but there's no-one here
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And supper waits on the table inside a tin
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And oh how the linden leaves
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Lie tossed as the night wind blows
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And struck in his silent pose
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Mr Carmichael weeps and there's no-one knows 
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