We fell over each other,
a thousand stars fell from the sky.
On the road
to God knows,
we stumbled down the mountain side.

Although the glass was empty,
the bottle, it was always full.
We fought and danced with gypsies.
Sang songs with the Raging Bull.

Then we reached the shoreline.
Fires burning on the sand.
Mingled with the people,
took the air down by the strand.

The Fair, it starts tomorrow,
I wonder will she reappear.
She left the last time, with the morn,
hard to think it's been a year.