tribal gathering
Singer:byrds, the
she'll hand to you a stick of sandalwood
a little smile and then she'll disappear
back into a crowd of happy people
looking like they never came from here
a macedonian and a pilot comes
a' laughing at a german jest or joke
a friendly motorcycle angel comes
to sit and talk awhile and share a smoke
pretty little whirling butterfly
all the prettiest girls go dancing by
caught up in the sound of talking drums
lost herself out in the wheel of sound