Yes, Yes, We Are Magicians (The Crookes)

Yes, my love, oh we, are magicians you and I And soon, you'll see, that the cloud shapes in our eyes are blind, but fly, forever just the same Oh you, you've been sleeping in the rough A traveling man took you by the hand And still I wonder Why dear, you've a pocket full of snuff A meek and mild rag-time child who sometimes wonders Why the crowds all stare, Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear" I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong And suddenly the curtain falls Oh it, it may well hap' to be That there's magic wed in ragged threads That you sleep under To find, there's comfort in the melody Too mild and meek for rag-time chic And still I wonder Why the crowds all stare, Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear" I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong And suddenly the curtain falls Mary was a poor girl Turned alabaster call girl With bruised and pale pins Mary's still a poor girl So through these gutters crawl, girl Your secret's sleeping in And the crowds'll stop and stare Mrs Porter's crying "Keep that kid away from my bear" I've got 10 bob on that on and I'll not be having no mad-arsed kid do me wrong And suddenly the curtain falls