As I was walking around Gershwiner Square,
And I'd a child in a window by the nip to the air,
And from the other direction she was calling,
my name It could be an illusion,
Though I might as well try,
might as well try,
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes,
And I knew it out as she was into the blue,
She was calling for golden yarns,
tucked into her girl,
I knew right away she's not like other girls, like other girls,
In the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough,
She was too white and too cool to blow,
I picked up my matches and was closing the door,
I had one of those flashes,
as I've been there before,
I've been there before,
Well I ain't always right but I never be wrong,
it's felt it turns out the way it does in a song,
Once in a while you get shown the light and the strangeness of places if you look at it right,
Ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves,
The sky never goes near the world such as the blue,
And there's nothing wrong with that look in her eye,
I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by,
let her pass by,
A wind in the willows playing T-Four too The sky was yellow and the sun was blue,
And there's stopping strangers just to shake their hands,
Everybody's playing in the heart of Gold Band,
heart of Gold Band