Text: Tim Buckley. Dream Letter. Troubadour.

As she walks near me my blood feels the chance
All spinning and swirling it yearns for the dance
To become part of me poor one to take part of her

Don't say that tomorrow will bring me her love
Don't let me wait for words undestined from above
Let me laugh through her fingers and smile through her hair
Let me love the one I see for I know that she's there
For tomorrow and today aren't here anymore

Lalalalala
Sing songs for pennies tip my hat couldn't get many
All around the city are the troubadours

Lalalalala
Sing songs for pennies tip my hat couldn't get many
All around the city see the troubadours

Singing songs sadly sing songs so lonely
All around the city see the troubadours

As she steps near me my blood feels the chance
All spinning and whirling it yearns for the dance
To take part of her fair one
To know part of her