Gypsy flames shine through the night
A fiddler plays, by campfire light
The dancer swirls - a barefoot child
The flicker of a smile
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
Barefoot child keeps swirling on my mind
Woodman, woodman, in your glen
Beyond the eyes and ears of men
Invisible about your task
Just echoes of your axe
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
Just echoes of your axe are on my mind
Miller on your daily grind
You make your bread to drink your wine
The waterfall that spins your mill
Then spins your sotne to overfill
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
Your waterfall keeps spinning on my mind
Farmer walk your oxen plough
Tear up your fields tear up your ground
The seed you scatter on the land
Will reach the miller's hand
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
The seed you scatter keeps falling on my mind
A fiddler plays, by campfire light
The dancer swirls - a barefoot child
The flicker of a smile
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
Barefoot child keeps swirling on my mind
Woodman, woodman, in your glen
Beyond the eyes and ears of men
Invisible about your task
Just echoes of your axe
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
Just echoes of your axe are on my mind
Miller on your daily grind
You make your bread to drink your wine
The waterfall that spins your mill
Then spins your sotne to overfill
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
Your waterfall keeps spinning on my mind
Farmer walk your oxen plough
Tear up your fields tear up your ground
The seed you scatter on the land
Will reach the miller's hand
La-de-da, oh well, look at the time again
The seed you scatter keeps falling on my mind