Tribal Gathering

[Verse 1:]

She'll hand to you a stick of sandalwood

A little smile and then she'll disappear

Back into a crowd of happy people

Looking like they never came from here

[Chorus:]

Strange thing, gathering of tribes[x2]

[Verse 2:]

A Macedonian and a pilot comes

A' laughing at a German jest or joke

A friendly motorcycle angel comes

To sit and talk awhile and share a smoke

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Pretty little whirling butterfly

All the prettiest girls go dancing by

Caught up in the sound of talking drums

Lost herself out in the wheel of sound

[Chorus]