Three Moons for Miheal.

Three Moons for Miheal

Ping ring a ding a ling
whos that walking in the air
its ping ping the gypsy king
king of what
king of no thing
ping ping ping
whirr king
the heggler
the tinker
the tinkers sing
of ping ping the gypsy king
king of what
king of no thing
the heggler
the tinker
the tinkers sing
all around the pot of tea
a boy in a jumper
with a rooster under his arm
given to him by
the stranger on the road
an egg an egg that hatched a chick
his pet his pet
his friend his stick
a girl he met
at the fayre
on the swing rope boat
they sat and shared
a ride a ride
a ride for free
they didnt run
when shouted at
the caused chaos
and fun
fancy that
then they came upon
the valleys
where the tinkers sing
of ping a ling
the gypsy king
it was time to choose
time to decide
who would be the leader of all the tribes
from all other eire
the tinkers had tinked
to gather togethor and get their king
a battle a battle in the glade
deadliest night nag shampur shade
oh doon oh doon oh doon dunbar
the jute the jute the sacks are tarred
the sauce of this patch
had him a magic violin
given by the devils queen
the boy miheal had his magic cock
hatched from egg on mountain top
and the beatufill jumper all colours and mud
given to he by red lanty,
the king the king the
gypsy king who will be the gypsy king
ole johny faa of doon dunbar
had breathed oh breahted his last of stars
the sauce of the patch
wouldnt stop his travel his travel
tinkers tins far
for he knew the magic violin would seal his spot
as ping a ling the gypsy king of every tribe
something happened
patch adams did not know jack
jumping jack
for what fort thought
he knew he knew not at all
under neath the water fall
ears glistened as
young miheal played
the best of all
bom shanka
upon the bow
upon the stars
upon the moon
upon the past
upon the present
upon the styles
upon the future
upon the smiles
upon the valley
upon the grass
upon the sky
upon the river
upon the waters daughter
all day long for everyone
until his song was done
doon doon oh doon dunbar
the last star breathed by good john faa
a tinkering king of gypsies
red lanty beamed
fog gathered all about the glade
once upon a time
on a misty irish morning.

E yo ho
wheteher did we go
i like the sun and i like the bow
i like the rain and i like the fog
feel at one in the snow snow drops
down at the bottom of an ocean
or breathing with a tree
grey days sparkling
such beauty
the weather is my best friend
thats as may be
for i feel just at home
with the countryside
or when im swimming in city lights
Ey yo ho
weather do you know
i love the cold
as the winds do blow
sow sow
floating flower seeds
feel at one with the swaying trees
love dust
dusty dusty roads
feels so good
as my soles
do learn
ey yo ho ho
weather i will be
all ways dancing
a leaf
from a tree
tree spirits
oh how you shine
sparkle sparkle
every chime
your not ghosts
you are free
dance and sway
come dance with me
dancing trees
weather you are free
like the wind that sweeps
the sea
moon glows
sun doth shine
on and on
how many times
on and on and
on and on
on and on and on and on
way down at the bottom of the sea
on a soft beach swinging lazily
thats the place that id love to be
sings the wind that sways the trees

let me fly
far away from here
fun fun fun
in the sun sun sun
i want to lie
shipwrecked and comatosed
drinking fresh mango juice
gold fish shoals nibbling at my toes
fun fun fun
in the sun sun sun