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Morrison Van Magic Time

It's just the gypsy in my soul Make me pack up my things and go It may seem like I'm on a roll But it's just the gypsy in my soul Layin' out in the midday

I'm confessin' that I love you Tell me, do you love me too? I'm confessin' that I need you Honest, honest I do, I do, oh yeah In your eyes, your eyes

while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don't mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin' to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time

't cry, don't sigh When you hear that evening train go by, alright Love to hear that evening train on time Love to hear that evening train on time Especially

And I'm stranded Between that ol' devil and the deep blue sea And nobody's gonna tell me Tell me what, what time it is Everyday, everyday It's hustle, hustle time, hustle time

This love of mine goes on and on Though life is empty since you have gone You're always on my mind, though out of sight It's lonesome through the day

while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don?t mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin? to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time

while To that magic time You can call it nostalgia, I don?t mind Standing on that windswept hillside Listenin? to the church bells chime Listen to the church bells chime In that magic time

Don?t cry Don?t sigh When you hear that evening train go by Love to hear that evening train on time Love to hear that evening train on time ?Specially