on doctor, carry on nurse Carry on, till you get what you're after, carry on, till it can't get much worse One more time Carry on regardless, carry
It's just the gypsy in my soul Make me pack up my things and go It may seem like I'm on a roll But it's just the gypsy in my soul Layin' out in the midday
If I don't see you through the week See you through the window See you next time that we're talking on the telephone And don't see you in that Indian
I'm confessin' that I love you Tell me, do you love me too? I'm confessin' that I need you Honest, honest I do, I do, oh yeah In your eyes, your eyes
You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay You got to fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay Got to fight with all your might not to get in
while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin' to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time
Old empty bed, spring's hard as lead Something I said made you see red What did I do to feel so lonely and blue? Even the mouse, up and ran from the
't cry, don't sigh When you hear that evening train go by, alright Love to hear that evening train on time Love to hear that evening train on time Especially
time, the lion this time The lion this time, the lion this time The lion this time, the lion this time The lion this time, the lion this time The lion this time
And I'm stranded Between that ol' devil and the deep blue sea And nobody's gonna tell me Tell me what, what time it is Everyday, everyday It's hustle, hustle time, hustle time
Sold me out for a few shekels and divided up my robes They sold me out It's the oldest story that's ever been told They sold me out Didn't even give
This love of mine goes on and on Though life is empty since you have gone You're always on my mind, though out of sight It's lonesome through the day
days it gets completely crazy And I feel like howlin' at the moon Then sometimes it feels so easy Like I was born with a silver spoon Other times you
while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don?t mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin? to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time
翻訳: ヴァンモリソン. 魔法の時間.
And I?m stranded between that ol? devil and the deep blue sea And nobody?s gonna tell me, tell me what, what time it is Everyday, everyday, it?s hustle, hustle time, hustle time
Don?t cry Don?t sigh When you hear that evening train go by Love to hear that evening train on time Love to hear that evening train on time ?Specially
