Yes, my love, oh we, are magicians you and I And soon, you'll see, that the cloud shapes in our eyes are blind, but fly, forever just the same
Oh you -- you've been sleeping in the rough A travelling man took you by the hand And still I wonder Why dear -- you've a pocket full of snuff A meek and mild rag-time child Who sometimes wonders
Why the crowds all stare, Mrs Porter's crying Keep that kid away from my bear I've got 10 bob on that on And I'll not be having No mard-arsed kid do me wrong And suddenly the curtain falls
Oh it -- it may well hap to be That there's magic wed in ragged threads That you sleep under You find -- there's comfort in the melody Too mild and meek for rag-time chic And still I wonder
Mary was a poor girl Turned alabaster call girl With bruised and pale pins
And Mary's still a poor girl So through these gutters crawl girl Your secret's sleeping inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
