With his fool's gold stacked up all around him From a killing in the market on the war The children left king Midas there as they found him In his counting house where nothing counts but more
And he thought he heard the echoes of a pennywhistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer
With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places As a trade-in for a name upon the door And he paid for it with years he cannot Buy back with his tears when he finds out There's been no one keeping score
And he thought he heard the echoes of a pennywhistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer
Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a pennywhistle band And the laughter from a distant caravan And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer... Fading through the door into summer....
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Davy Jones, Micky Dolenz (Michael Dolenz) (PPL - I), Robert M Nesmith (Michael Nesmith) (PPL - I), The MonkeesPublicado em 2017 (21/Jul)ECAD verificado fonograma #13892924 em 10/Abr/2024