The Byrds - Tribal Gathering - Sözleri

She'll hand to you a stick of sandalwood

A little smile and then she'll disappear

Back into a crowd of happy people

Looking like they never came from here



Strange thing, gathering of tribes

Strange thing, gathering of tribes



A Macedonian, a pilot comes

A' laughing at a German jest or joke

A friendly motorcycle angel comes

To sit and talk awhile, and share a smoke



Strange thing, gathering of tribes

Strange thing, gathering of tribes



Pretty little whirling butterfly

All the prettiest girls go dancing by

Caught up in the sound of talking drums

Lost herself out in the wheel of [Incomprehensible]



Strange thing, gathering of tribes

Strange thing, gathering of tribes

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