Uh, yeah yeah
I'm going to tell you a story from when I was a king
A gypsy king
As I walk in the corridor
I felt the breeze
And the red floor
When it opens
I could see the past
The wild wind
Laid in my bed
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Laid in my bed
Laid on the grass
I could feel the years
As the time pass
I saw an old friend, the old mountain and the blue sky
He called me lazy and grabbed my hand we had work to do and it was the time
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
And the night came
With the accordions, the old fire and the braid hairs
We had the fame
We knew how to party and that I swear
Yeah, I know that it was all in my head but sometimes I have a weird feeling that
