Suzanne Vega

Gypsy

you come from far away whit pictures in your eyes
of coffeshop and morning streets,
in the blue and silent sunrise,
but night is the cathedral,where we recognized the sign
we stranger 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 your trhough the heat
you're the jester of this courtyard,with a smile like a girl's
distracted by the women, with the dimplers and the curls
by the pretty and mischievous
by the timid and the blessed
by the blowing skirt of ladies
who promise to gather you to theyr breast
oh hold me like a baby..........
you have hands of raining water,and that earring in your ear
the wisdom of your face denies the number of your years
with the finger off the potter and the laughing tale of a fool
the arrange of disorder whit 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
OH HOLD ME LIKE A BABY...
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.