Byrds, The
Tribal Gathering
She'll hand to you a stick of sandalwoodA little smile and then she'll disappearBack into a crowd of happy peopleLooking like they never came from hereStrange thing, gathering of tribesStrange thing, gathering of tribesMacedonian and a pilot comesA' laughing at a German jest or jokeA friendly motorcycle angel comesTo sit and talk awhile and share a smokeStrange thing, gathering of tribesStrange thing, gathering of tribesPretty little whirling butterflyAll the prettiest girls go dancing byCaught up in the sound of talking drumsLost herself out in the wheel of soundStrange thing, gathering of tribesStrange thing, gathering of tribes
From Letras Mania