Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Likely To Have A Name Next Week / Winter Wine, artist - Caravan.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
It's Likely To Have A Name Next Week / Winter Wine |
Winter Wine |
How you’re always flowing, blowing in my mind |
Like a stream, these magic waters move me to a dream |
Of travelling with you, drifting carefree, |
dropping downward through fresh grasses |
Bubbles merrily as it passes, never knowing where you’re going |
Carry me with you, carry me with you |
Be conjured up in a midnight dream, ancient castles dark |
As wandering minstrels play tunes of yesterday |
When dragons roamed the land, knights in armour gold |
Charged on horseback bold |
The maids were saved, the dragons slayed |
Sail scene, sea green, sailing forward to a new land |
Treasure waits, paradise gates, for the taking, can’t start waiting |
All you need, but take heed, remember it pays to pay the sandman well |
Make no fuss, for you must, |
in stardust, he puts all the colours in your dreams |
Bells chime three times, naked dancers enter slowly |
Smoky room, scented gloom, audience eating, fat men drinking |
Candles burn, a dull red light illuminates the breasts |
of four young girls |
Dancing, prancing, provoking, dreams are always ending far too soon |
Life’s too short to be sad, wishing things you’ll never have |
You’re better off not dreaming of the things to come |
Dreams are always ending far too soon |
Sounds of a distant melody, once played, lost from memory |
Funny how it’s clearer now, you’re close to me |
We’ll be together all the time |