作词 : Hordinski Maybe you can tell my why I'm prone to wander I'm like a gypsy to the bone Every time I hear the rain amid the thunder I want to run outside and shed my clothes But I want to stay with you Long enough to love you right And I want to say to you I love the patience in your eyes Here I am standing in a circle of quiet Where a truce is tactily observed Standing in a circle of quiet Waiting for the world to turn Waiting for the world to turn Waiting for the world to turn And a hundred days and night could find me scattered All around the world without a name But you're more than just a feather in my hat More than just a fetter on my frame When I look up in the sky at night I want to go out and chase the stars But like the catcher in the rye I want to stay where you are There is no shadow of turning with thee There is no shadow of turning
作词 : Hordinski Maybe you can tell my why I'm prone to wander I'm like a gypsy to the bone Every time I hear the rain amid the thunder I want to run outside and shed my clothes But I want to stay with you Long enough to love you right And I want to say to you I love the patience in your eyes Here I am standing in a circle of quiet Where a truce is tactily observed Standing in a circle of quiet Waiting for the world to turn Waiting for the world to turn Waiting for the world to turn And a hundred days and night could find me scattered All around the world without a name But you're more than just a feather in my hat More than just a fetter on my frame When I look up in the sky at night I want to go out and chase the stars But like the catcher in the rye I want to stay where you are There is no shadow of turning with thee There is no shadow of turning
