I've been wearing faces in the strangest places
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Just to make a dream come true
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The dawn is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm waiting for you
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The breeze is blowing and my hair is growing
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Forgotten everything my mother knew
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The day is young and spring is sprung and I'm waiting for you
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Must you bring that horse in here Miss Jones
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(although your snowshoes do look terrific)
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Yes they all come from out of the sky you know
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I'm waiting for the dove that never came home
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I'm waiting for the painter when his colours were gone
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I¡¯m waiting for the soldiers at the war, I¡¯m waiting for a royal decision
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I'm waiting for the sun to snore
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I'm waiting for a rumble from Jericho, waiting for the world to begin
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I'm a bareback rider, I'm an outsider and love to dance the boogaloo
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I'm a turnip head, I'm a lately wed and I'm waiting for you
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More tea vicar? (Hold that tiger)
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Yes, the hydrangeas do look divine this time of the year
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I'm wailing for the angels to put on their smiles
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I¡¯m waiting for the judges to come to trial
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I¡¯m waiting for the aeroplane, I¡¯m waiting for the graves to open
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I'm waiting to be sold in chains
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I'm waiting for a signal from the trapdoor queen
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Waiting for the world to begin
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I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava farmer
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I'm a goose to me don't ever say boo
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Let the universe roll, I'm a simple soul and I'm waiting for you
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Oh it sounds so sweet when you play it me like that..
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(that tiger really doesn¡¯t want to be held)
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I¡¯m waiting for the signs to point a different way
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I¡¯m waiting for God to take a holiday
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I'm waiting for night in the mine
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I'm waiting for the hills to grow steeper
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I'm waiting for the man they call Shine
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I'm waiting for Willie the Weeper to wake,
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waiting for the world to begin
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I'm off to market with an old straw basket singing dodeodeodo
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Green cloth to wear in the spring, in the April breezes how it will blow
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I'm going to introduce to you now the
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personalities who compose the Jim Spiggatt Occult Quart.
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Over there on my left we have Miss Cynthia de Monfort-Jones on her silvery toned
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mandoline, and just a little further over the left we have that famed Oriental bass player
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Miss Fenola Bumgarner (first time in captivity folks!)
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On the pounding batterie and coterie we
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have that well known bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
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Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to devastate your synaesthesia
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with one more searing chorus from Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.
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Waiting For You
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The Incredible String Band |