Gypsy

You come from far away,
with pictures in your eyes;
of offeeshops and morning streets,
in the blue and silent sunrise.
But night is the cathedral,
where we recognized the sing;
we strangers know each other now,
as part of the whole design.

Ref:
Oh hold me like a baby,
that will not fall asleep;
curl me up inside you,
and let me hear you through the heat.

You ‘re the jester of this courtyard,
with a smile like a girl’s;
distracted by the women,
with the dimples and the curls.
By the pretty and the mischievous,
by the timid and the blessed;
by the blowing skirts of ladies,
who promise to gather you to their breast. Ref:
Oh hold me like a baby,
that will not fall asleep;
curl me up inside you,
and let me hear you through the heat.

You have hands of raining water,
and that earring in you ear;
the wisdom on your face,
denies the number of your years.
With the fingers of the potter,
and the laughing tale of the fool;
the arranger of disorder,
with your strange and simple rules.
Yea now I’ve met me another spinner,
of strange and gauzy threads;
with a long and slender body,
and a bump upon the head.

Ref:
Oh hold me like a baby,
that will not fall asleep;
curl me up inside you,
and let me hear you through the heat.

With a long and slender body,
and the sweetest softest hands;
and we’ll blow away forever soon,
and go on to different lands.
But please do not ever look for me,
but with me you will stay;
and you will heart yourself in song,
blowing by one day.

And now….
Hold me like a baby,
that will not fall asleep;
curl me up inside you,
and let me hear you through the heat.

Oh, ooh...