Paroles de Mickey the Fiddler

Mickey the Fiddler (Bruce/Hart) I saw a man on Primrose Hill Mickey the fiddler was there Reaching out for the highest note He could extract from the air With his fiddle and bow I saw a man on Primrose Hill Mickey the fiddler stood there At an angle to the universe Standing utterly still Small man in a big world And with the warming of the seasons And with yje changing of his mind He walks out from the prison He cries, "Thank you sir" I saw a man on Primrose Hill Staring into my mind He told the month when I was born Told me what I would find At the end of the rainbow Mickey the fiddler's on Primrose Hill His clothes worn down at the heel At an angle to the universe He stands utterly still Small man in a big world And with the warming of the seasons And with the changing of his mind He walks out from the prison He cries, "Thank you sir" Thank you sir