Written by:
Barry Gibb
Robin Gibb
Maurice Gibb
(1972)
Lead vocals:
Barry Gibb
Robin Gibb
Album:
Bootleg: One kick in the head is worth eight in the pants
Transcript by Luis Alberto Gonzales
I saw the fire.
I heard them say:
They would go on dancing there
‘til the breaking of the day.
Losers and lovers
Looking for the reason to be glad.
Down inside the forest,
Stumbled on a crow,
Caravans with purple wheels and the people shouting low.
Losers and lovers
Forgetting that the world is going mad.
But it was over,
Laid myself to rest
Underneath the warm September sky.
They’re reminiscing
When all the Earth’s revolving,
The losers and the lovers passing by.
Pull down the branches
To make myself a bed
If it should rain, then I’d be dry.
I’ve got my visions
So let them all ignore me,
The losers and the lovers passing by.
[Robin]
My mind, it was heavy.
My feelings, they were dim.
I began to doubt in me, and where all have they been?
There are no more caravans,
And I am here alone with aging ghosts.
But it was over,
Laid myself to rest
Underneath the warm September sky.
They’re reminiscing
When all the Earth’s revolving,
The losers and the lovers passing by.
Ah…ah…ah…
