We stood in the windy city,
the gypsy boy and I.
We slept on the breeze in the midnight,
with raindrop and tears in our eyes.
And who's going to be the one to say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
for I'm going to try for the sun.
We huddled in the derelict building,
and when he thought I was asleep,
he lay his poor coat round my shoulder,
and shivered there beside me in a heap.
And who's going to be the one to say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
for I'm going to try for the sun.
We sang and cracked the sky with laughter,
our breath turned to mist in the cold.
My years put together counted thirty,
but our eyes told the dawn that we were old.
And who's going to be the one to say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
for I'm going to try for the sun.
Mirror, mirror, hanging in the sky,
won't you look down,
what's happening here below?
I stand here singing to the flowers,
so very few people really know.
And who's going to be the one to say it was no good what we done?
I dare a man to say
I'm too young,
for I'm going to try for the sun.
Here stood in the windy city,
the gypsy boy and I. We slept on the breeze in the midnight,
with raindrop and tears in our eyes.
And who's going to be the one to say it was no good
what we done?
I dare a man to say I'm too young,
for I'm going to try for the sun.