[00:37.89]Suzanne Vega - Gypsy
[00:50.52]You come from far away
[00:51.06]With pictures in your eyes
[00:51.57]Of coffeeshops and morning streets
[00:52.32]In the blue and silent sunrise
[00:54.48]But night is the cathedral
[00:55.17]Where we recognized the sign
[00:57.39]We strangers know each other now
[00:58.08]As part of the whole design
[00:58.89]Oh, hold me like a baby
[00:59.37]That will not fall asleep
[01:00.96]Curl me up inside you
[01:01.59]And let me hear you through the heat
[01:02.73]You're the jester of this courtyard
[01:07.77]With a smile like a girl's
[01:08.28]Distracted by the women
[01:08.85]With the dimples and the curls
[01:10.86]By the pretty and the mischievous
[01:11.52]By the timid and the blessed
[01:14.10]By the blowing skirts of ladies
[01:14.76]Who promise to gather you to their breast
[01:41.31]You have hands of raining water
[01:42.36]And that earring in your ear
[01:44.79]The wisdom on your face
[01:45.45]Denies the number of your years
[01:46.11]With the fingers of the potter
[01:47.97]And the laughing tale of the fool
[01:48.63]The arranger of disorder
[01:49.44]With your strange and simple rules
[01:50.25]Yes now I've met me another spinner
[01:52.08]Of strange and gauzy threads
[01:52.74]With a long and slender body
[02:06.21]And a bump upon the head
[02:44.19]And the sweetest softest hands
[02:46.08]And we'll blow away forever soon
[02:47.13]And go on to different lands
[02:48.12]And please do not ever look for me
[02:53.25]But with me you will stay
[02:53.88]And you will hear yourself in song
[02:55.65]Blowing by one day

Suzanne Vega - Gypsy
You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design
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
You have hands of raining water
And that earring in your 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
Yes now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head
And the sweetest softest hands
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands
And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day