Paul Siebel



Well come gather around me friends of mine, 

While I sing to you about a minstrel band

Of children in their witches hats, 

Painting pictures with the pipes of pan

How a young boy and his sister played some tunes 

Upon a whistle made of tin

And led me through the flower gardens, 

Laughing at the postman's stubby chin

And in my dizzy stupor, 

I was trying to forfeit all I'd known

And listen to that music that could swirl me in a magic all it's own



But somewhere in the distance, 

You and I, we fought our monsters to a draw

It was in those days of books and wine, 

With Ferlin Getty grasping for a straw

And out along the highways, 

We journeyed far to find that mystic smile

Chasing down identities, 

My God we must have run a million miles



So we can teach the children, 

Nothing, nothing but survival in the desert bare

They can teach us how to laugh, 

How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair

So sing for us you children, 

Tinkle bells and rhyme the purple, greens and blues

Think of us as fighting fools, 

Who wintered through our seasons loving you



Think of us as fighting fools, 

Who wintered through our seasons loving you

Cause you can teach us how to laugh, 

How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair