Текст песни Byrds, the - Tribal gathering

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 and 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 sound. Strange thing, gathering of tribes. Strange thing, gathering of tribes.
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