The Children of Kosovo
With her head in the air
There's a poorly sick world all around you
Poor horny boy
One thing on his mind
That poor little girl
He must find you
Chorus:
There's a whole lotta love
Shaking inside of me
And I must figure out why it's there
There's a bottomless heart
That's hooked into all of you
And it's wondering how much you care
Poor little girl
With a whole in her heart
There's a poorly sick world all around you
Poor horny boy
One thing on his mind
That poor little girl
He must find you
The
GO TELL THE DRUMMER MAN
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