Donovan — Hampstead Incident

Standing by the Everyman Digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords To the spell of fairy tale The Heath was hung in magic mists Enchanted dripping glades I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time Crystals sparkle in the grass I polish them with thought On my lash there, in my eye A star of light is caught Fortunes told in grains of sand Here I am is all I know Candy stuck in children's hair Everywhere I go In the night time In the night time Gypsy is the clown of love I paint his face a smile Anyone we ever make we always make in style Yeah! Yeah, strange young girls with radar screenings And hands as quick as hate I won't just now Later on, maybe And even then I'll wait in the night time In the night time Standing by the Everyman Digging the rigging on my sail Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords To the spell of fairy tale The heath was hung in magic mists Enchanted dripping glades I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades In the night time In the night time