marcy's song
Singer:frank, jackson c.
with a smile so inviting and a body so tall
stand there with the nightshade
her dripping ripping down your hands
ask me about the lightning
it's a dream for the future and the water for the sands
and the strangeness is wandering
through many foreign lands
all the clothes of your gipsy fate
if i knew you had to wait
with the wind scouring sandstone
and the ashes in your grate
somewhere north of alhambra
and this caravan it becomes an altar
the priests are big as none
until our time together is done
but your skin it was so pretty
she's just like some picture
that has faded in the sun
with a smile so inviting and a body so tall