I was a trader And they were all puppets Our business was fair And our horses were fine
With silk so cheap And the blue fin in season You could drink to the sky And the stars They would toast to
The waltz of a world Of gypsies and caravans Bells on her hips The fires, the music man Circling me Their leader, the magician Who calls out to me Lost by admission
Forget everything Give us everything Give up everything And dance till the end of your days
I drank their wine And sailed to Jupiter I slept in the fabrics And taught them croquet
A summer turned winter And the spring laid me down I lost my language I lost my old ways
I swayed to a waltz Of gypsies and caravans Bells on her hips The fires, the music man Circling me Their leader, the magician Who calls out to me Lost by admission
Forget everything Give us everything Give up everything And dance till the end of your days
I swayed to a waltz Of gypsies and caravans Bells on her hips The fires, the music man Circling me Their leader, the magician Who calls out to me Lost by admission
Forget everything Give us everything Give up everything And dance till the end of your daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
