Well come gather around me friends of mine, While I sing to you about a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats, Painting pictures with the pipes of pan
How a young boy and his sister played some tunes Upon a whistle made of tin And led me through the flower gardens, Laughing at the postman's stubby chin
And in my dizzy stupor, I was trying to forfeit all I'd known And listen to that music that could swirl me in a magic all it's own
But somewhere in the distance, You and I, we fought our monsters to a draw It was in those days of books and wine, With Ferlin Getty grasping for a straw
And out along the highways, We journeyed far to find that mystic smile Chasing down identities, My God we must have run a million miles
So we can teach the children, Nothing, nothing but survival in the desert bare They can teach us how to laugh, How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair
So sing for us you children, Tinkle bells and rhyme the purple, greens and blues Think of us as fighting fools, Who wintered through our seasons loving you
Think of us as fighting fools, Who wintered through our seasons loving you 'Cause you can teach us how to laugh, How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hairTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
