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