Streetwalkers - Miller lyrics

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.