Patch of Sky

And far...and high...I see a patch of sky

I'd rather be the gypsy...I'd rather be the gypsy

Whose camped at the edge of town-Camped at the edge of town

The one who has the dancing bear

That follows him around.

And he lifts his big foot up;

He puts his big foot down

And bows...and twirls...

And dances 'round and 'round.

I found I was a cabin boy last night as I did dream

Bound upon a magic ship for a land I'd never seen.

And the moon she filled our sails;

And the stars they steered our course;

And on our bow there was a golden horse.

The queen eats fruit and candy; the bishop nuts and cheese

And when I am a grown man, I'll taste just what I please-

The honey from the bee, the shellfish from the sea,

The earth, the wind, a girl, someone to share these things with me.

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