Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wheel Inside The Wheel, artist - Mary Gauthier. Album song Mercy Now, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Wheel Inside The Wheel |
The parade of souls is marching across the sky |
Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by |
The All Stars play «When the Saints Go Marching In» |
A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind |
Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile |
Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde |
Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat |
As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street |
Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die |
Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky |
So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel |
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel |
Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown |
Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown |
They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads |
They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed |
Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die |
Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky |
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel |
Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel |
The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun |
They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums |
While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise |
Sing «Over the Rainbow» 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs |
Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die |
Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky |
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel |
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel |
Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre’s |
There’s a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there |
Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash |
It’s a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash |
Souls ain’t born, souls don’t die |
Soul ain’t made of earth, ain’t made of water, ain’t made of sky |
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel |
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel |
I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel |