Yes, Yes, We Are Magicians

The Crookes

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 traveling 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 mad-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 

To find, there's comfort in the melody 
Too mild and meek for rag-time chic 
And still I wonder 

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 mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls 

Mary was a poor girl 
Turned alabaster call girl 
With bruised and pale pins 
Mary's still a poor girl 
So through these gutters crawl, girl 
Your secret's sleeping in

And the crowds'll stop and 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 mad-arsed kid do me wrong
And suddenly the curtain falls