I really like the lyrics of this song, written by Chip Douglas and Bill Martin, with Mike on lead and Mickey on harmony. This is one of those that you never would hear on the radio, but if you had the albums, you probably liked it. The title is from a novel by sci-fi author Robert A. Heinlein.
Lyrics:
With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left king Midas there as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for every year he cannot
Buy back with his tears when he finds out
There's been no one keeping score
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer...
Fading through the door into summer....
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left king Midas there as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for every year he cannot
Buy back with his tears when he finds out
There's been no one keeping score
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer...
Fading through the door into summer....
"Mary, Mary"
"No Time"
"Randy Scouse Git"
"Zor and Zam"
"Valleri"
"Mr. Webster"
"The Girl I Knew Somewhere"
"Zilch"
"Shades of Gray"
"She"
"Your Aunty Grizelda"
"Pleasant Valley Sunday"
"Last Train To Clarksville"
"Papa Gene's Blues"
"This Just Doesn't Seem to be my Day"
"I'm Gonna Buy Me A Dog"
"Early Morning Blues and Greens"
"No Time"
"Randy Scouse Git"
"Zor and Zam"
"Valleri"
"Mr. Webster"
"The Girl I Knew Somewhere"
"Zilch"
"Shades of Gray"
"She"
"Your Aunty Grizelda"
"Pleasant Valley Sunday"
"Last Train To Clarksville"
"Papa Gene's Blues"
"This Just Doesn't Seem to be my Day"
"I'm Gonna Buy Me A Dog"
"Early Morning Blues and Greens"
