Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of fairy tales The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time
Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought On my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caught Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know Candy stuck in children’s hair everywhere I go In the night time
Gypsy is the clown of love I paint his face a smile Anyone we ever make we always make in style Yeah, strange young girls with radar screens and hands as quick as hate I won’t just now, later on maybe, and even then I’ll wait In the night time
Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of fairy tales The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time
Transcribed by Stephen Sander steve_sander@cacdsp.com
-- ---------------------------------- Stephen Sander kms@inet.net ----------------------------------
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Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of fairy tales The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time
Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought On my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caught Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know Candy stuck in children’s hair everywhere I go In the night time
Gypsy is the clown of love I paint his face a smile Anyone we ever make we always make in style Yeah, strange young girls with radar screens and hands as quick as hate I won’t just now, later on maybe, and even then I’ll wait In the night time
Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of fairy tales The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades
I’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time
Transcribed by Stephen Sander steve_sander@cacdsp.com
-- ---------------------------------- Stephen Sander kms@inet.net ----------------------------------
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