The djini judy i hear you say recalling images Of yesterday upon the present's Passioned years shattered forth in happy tears A wisp of smoke inside my mind tells So much in fact it's true a djini dwells inside of you
If laughter comes on bleary days And little boys' faces play And play 'til it's all let loose good morning good day I remember a thing or two of the distance inside You too if laughter comes on bleary days