Chapman-Whitney
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 stone to overspill.
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.