Busker (special edition) Lyrics

The sun comes up, it's morning on the square

The silver girl is waking up for a long day at the fair

Rolling out her costume, she shuffles into town

And the children gather round, throwing pennies, throwing pounds

Since the curtain fell, on the circus of the sun

She's living in Salt Hill, in a blue Westphalia '81

Mary plays a teardrop, a teardrop mandolin

Her band waits at the border, for the man to let 'em in

Piper he was finished, and about to pack it in

He heard a rattle in his tin, it was Mary threw it in

Saying 'here's one for the busker, he could use a friend'

'It takes one to know one, we should start a band'

One for the busker, and one for the band

One for the piper with his pockets full of sand

One Hari-Krishna, a drum in his hand

Whisper on willow, lone willow tree

And see the bright dream does not vanish

The sun is high, high above the square

Sam slept in 'til noon, there's no room anywhere

He goes to the seaside, and walks the promenade

And he fell in time with the second line, of a Dixieland parade

Behind the blues man, and the buccaneers, and yogi on his chin

Silver says 'over here, my show is about to begin'

One for the busker, and one for the band

Sing us Hallelujah on the Takamine tan

One in the bunkhouse, one out in the van

Whisper on willow, lone willow tree

And see the bright dream does not vanish

The lights come up above the stage

And we're all down in the old town with our pockets full of change

Mary's band is playing hand-me-downs

Until it's last call for the road, we all have another round

And Sam sleeps solitarily, beneath the bright moonbeams

Piper sleeps with Mary, but the silver girl is with him in his dreams

One for the busker, and one for the band

One for all, and everyone, a quarter in the can

One for the new kid, better watch out old man

Whisper on willow, lone willow tree

And see the bright dream does not vanish