| Lyrics: | Walking in the seashore twilight,
It's then you spy carnival lights,
You slowly near the
magic sight,
Tangerine sky minus one kite.
Take time an' tie your pretty hair
The
gypsy driver doesn't care
If you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top,
In the ferris
wheel on top.
A silver bicycle you shall ride,
To bathe your mind in the quiet
tide.
Far off as it seems your hair will mend
With a Samson's strength to begin
again.
Take time an' dry your pretty eyes,
Watch the seagull fly far-off skies
To
build its nest in the ferris wheel on top,
In the ferris wheel on top.
If ever I reach
her.
And the moral here, if any, my friend:
Follow through your dream to the
end.
Dig the seagull fly across the sky
To build its nest in the ferris wheel,
In the
ferris wheel |
