The Byrds — Tribal Gathering

[Verse 1:] 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 [Chorus:] Strange thing, gathering of tribes[x2] [Verse 2:] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 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 [Chorus]