Yes, Yes We're Magicians

Yes, my love, oh we, are magicians you and i

And soon, you'll see, that the cloud shapes in our eyes

Are blind, but fly, forever just the same

Oh you - you've been sleeping in the rough

A travelling man took you by the hand

And still i wonder

Why dear - you've a pocket full of snuff

A meek and mild rag-time child

Who sometimes wonders

Why the crowds all stare, mrs porter's crying

Keep that kid away from my bear

I've got 10 bob on that on

And i'll not be having

No mard-arsed kid do me wrong

And suddenly the curtain falls

Oh it - it may well hap to be

That there's magic wed in ragged threads

That you sleep under

You find - there's comfort in the melody

Too mild and meek for rag-time chic

And still i wonder

Mary was a poor girl

Turned alabaster call girl

With bruised and pale pins

And mary's still a poor girl

So through these gutters crawl girl

Your secret's sleeping in