HAMPSTEAD INCIDENT

Donovan





Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail

Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of

fairy tales

The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades



Ill taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene

and fades

In the night time



Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought

On my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caught

Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know

Candy stuck in childrens hair everywhere I go

In the night time



Gypsy is the clown of love I paint his face a smile

Anyone we ever make we always make in style

Yeah, strange young girls with radar screens and hands as

quick as hate

I wont just now, later on maybe, and even then Ill wait

In the night time



Standing by the Everyman digging the rigging on my sail

Rain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell of

fairy tales

The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades



Ill taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this scene

and fades

In the night time





Transcribed by Stephen Sander

steve_sander@cacdsp.com



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Stephen Sander

kms@inet.net

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