Silver drums, rhythms that he hums Waltzing dogs, that come when he calls Plans for one he keeps in a coffer What can I offer, I don't know Can I bring him love words to sing him Like some foolish magi I'll be gone and words in a song Won't even last till sunrise Go tell the drummer man The time glass is out of sand Ask him to understand And wait for me, and wait for me Streets and parks Waltzes in the dark Lovers now, when time will allow An afternoon, the kind to believe in Why am I leaving? I don't know Distant places, just empty spaces Till we are together What can I bring, time leaves me nothing I wonder will it ever. Go tell the drummer man The time glass is out of sand Ask him to understand And wait for me, and wait for me Silver birds fly away like words In the wind, and soon I'll be in Another world The land of without him What's it about, this other world Go tell the drummer man The time glass is out of sand Ask him to understand And wait for me, and wait for me
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