The Incredible String Band - Waiting for You (Be Glad for the Song Has No Ending) lyrics
[The Incredible String Band - Waiting for You Be Glad for the Song Has No Ending lyrics]
The strangest places
Just to make a dream come true
The dawn is sweet but it's incomplete
And l'm waiting for you
The breeze is blowing and my hair is growing
Forgotten everything my mother knew
The day is young and spring is
Sprung and I'm waiting for you
Must you bring that horse in here Miss Jones
(although your snowshoes do look terrific)
Yes, they all come from out of the sky
You know
I'm waiting for the dove that never came home
I'm waiting for the painter when
His colours were gone
I'm waiting for the soldiers at the war
I'm waiting for a royal decision
I'm waiting for the sun to snore
I'm waiting for a rumble from Jericho
Waiting for the world to begin
I'm a bareback rider
I'm an outsider and I love
To dance the boogaloo i'm a turnip head
I'm a lately wed and I'm waiting for you
More tea vicar? (Hold that tiger)
Yes, the hydrangeas do look divine
This time of the year
I'm waiting for the angels to
Put on their smiles
I'm waiting for the judges to come to trial
I'm waiting for the aeroplane
I'm waiting for the graves to open
I'm waiting to be sold in chains
I'm waiting for a signal
From the trapdoor queen
Waiting for the world to begin
I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava farmer
I'm a goose to me don't ever say boo
Let the universe roll
I'm a simple soul and I'm waiting for you
Oh it sounds so sweet when you
Play it me like that
(that tiger really doesn't want to be held)
I'm waiting for the signs to
Point a different way
I'm waiting for God to take a holiday
I'm waiting for night in the mine
I'm waiting for the hills to grow steeper
I'm waiting for the man they call Shine
I'm waiting for Willie the Weeper to wake
Waiting for the world to begin
I'm off to market with an
Old straw basket singing dodeodeodo
Green cloth to wear in the spring
In the April breezes how it will blow
I'm going to introduce to you now
The personalities who compose
The Jim Spiggatt Occult Quart
Over there on my left
We have Miss Cynthia de Monfort-Jones
On her silvery toned mandoline
And just a little further over the left
We have that famed Oriental bass player
Miss Fenola Bumgarner
(first time in captivity folks)
On the pounding batterie and coterie
We have that well known
Bricklayer's labourer from Pilton
Mr Jack McMarker
And perhaps we just have time
To devastate your synaesthesia
With one more searing chorus
From Black Jack Davy on the steam organ
That's all