Suzanne Vega - Gypsy

You come from far away
with pictures in your eyes
of coffeeshops and mornings streets
in the blue and silent sunrise
but night is the chathedrale
where we recognised the sign
we strangers know eachother now
as part of a whole design

oh, hold me like a baby
that will not fall aspleep
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 dimpels and the curls
by the pretty and the mischievous
by the timid and the blessed
by the blowing skirts of ladies
who promised to gather you to their brest

oh, hold me like a baby
that will not fall aspleep
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 you years
with the fingers of the potter
and the laughing tale of a fool
the arranger of disorder
with your strange and simple rules
yes, now I've made me another spinner
of strange and gauzy threads
with a long and slender body
and a bump upon the head

oh, hold me like a baby
that will not fall aspleep
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
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

oh, hold me like a baby
that will not fall aspleep
curl me up inside you
and let me hear you through the heat