Lyrics: Suzanne Vega. Sessions At West 54th. Gypsy.

You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffee shops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise

But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat, oh

You are the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls

By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat, oh

You have hands of raining water
And that earring in your ear
The wisdom on your face denies
The number of your years

With the fingers of the potter
And the laughing tale of the fool
The arranger of disorder
With your strange and simple rules

Yeah, now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat, oh

With a long and slender body
And the sweetest softest hands
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands

And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day

But now, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat, oh