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Come gather around me friends I'll tell you about a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats Painting pictures with pipes of pan A young boy and his sister Played upon a whistle made of tin And led me through the open fields [Incomprehensible] In my dizzy stupor, I was Trying to forfeit all that I'd known Listen to that French Horn music Swirl it's magic, all it's own Out along the highways Journeyed far for that mystic smile Chasing down identities My God, we must have run a million miles Still we teach the children nothing Nothing but survival in this desert bare They can teach us how to laugh How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair So play for us, you children Ring the bells and rhyme, the purples and blues Think of us as fighting fools Who somehow stumbled through this life loving you Let's sing children, sing Rhyme all the purples, greens and blues Oh, I'll think back over How we weathered through the seasons loving you [Incomprehensible] child , got his home He's got a home