Lyrics
Can’t you hear them brothers sing?
They’re down on the street
That old blue-eyed drummer-boy don’t skip a beat
Seems like so many years ago, way back round the bend
Wish to God those nights would never end
O’ Gloria
Can’t you hear them singing now?
Down on Gambler Lane
Just a gang of gypsies in the rain
And the girls would come and go
But you were always there
With them dying daisies in your hair
O’ Gloria, I don’t want this day to ever end
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