I'll give to you
a box of visions
I'll give to you a jar of hearts
I'll lend to you the gypsy's ear
To hear the sacred harp
I'll give to you a house of mirrors,
a thousand eyes, they belong to you,
a labyrinth of wild roses,
I know you'll find your own way through.
Wait a while and you'll grow older,
Never mind what the old folks say,
Just keep an angel on your shoulder,
And never throw your dreams away,
For they might save your life one day.
A song is just a box of visions
You can unlock it with a key
A message rolled up inside a bottle
and dropped into the salty sea.
A song is just a box of visions,
a jar of hearts in a gypsy's ear,
A labyrinth of wild roses,
a journey through the house of mirrors.
Wait a while and you'll grow stronger,
never mind what the sad folks say.
Just keep an angel on your shoulder,
and never throw your dreams away.
For they might save your life one day.
I'll give to you a box of visions.
I'll give to you a jar of hearts.
I'll lend to you the gypsy's ear
To hear the sacred harp.