Van Morrison - "Caravan" lyrics
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And the caravan is on it's way
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama
Look at Emma Ro, Emma Ro, Emmy Rose
She's a-playin with the short wave radio
And the caravan has all my friends, all my friends
And they stayin' me until, until the till the bitter
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose, hu!
Tell me ev'rything, ev'rything I need to know
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da
Turn up your radio
And let me hear that song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
How long to I hold you in my arms
So I can, so I can feel you
Sweet lady, of the night
I shall and I will reveal you, help you with, hu!
Turn it up, turn it up, little big higher radio
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
So you know, it's got soul
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Jack!
(Instrumental Sax solo)
And the caravan is painted red and white
That means ev'rybody's stayin' overnight, overnight
And the barefoot gypsy boy, 'round the campfire, sing an' play
And a woman tells us of her ways
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, da-ut, da-ut, dat-dat-dat-dat-dat-up
Turn up your radio
And let-a me, let-a me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
How long till I hold you in my arms
So I can, so I can feel you
Sweet lady, sweet lady of the night
I shall and I will reveal you, help you with,
Turn it up, turn it up, little big higher, radio
Turn it up, so you know, it's got soul
So you know it's got soul
So you know it's got soul
(Instrumental & violin solo & audience clapping)
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
I can hear the merry gypsies play
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama
Look at Emma Ro, Emma Ro, Emmy Rose
She's a-playin with the short wave radio
And the caravan has all my friends, all my friends
And they stayin' me until, until the till the bitter
Gypsy Robin, Sweet Emma Rose, hu!
Tell me ev'rything, ev'rything I need to know
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da
Turn up your radio
And let me hear that song
Switch on your electric light
Then we can get down to what is really wrong
How long to I hold you in my arms
So I can, so I can feel you
Sweet lady, of the night
I shall and I will reveal you, help you with, hu!
Turn it up, turn it up, little big higher radio
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
So you know, it's got soul
La-da-da, la-da-da, da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Jack!
(Instrumental Sax solo)
And the caravan is painted red and white
That means ev'rybody's stayin' overnight, overnight
And the barefoot gypsy boy, 'round the campfire, sing an' play
And a woman tells us of her ways
La-la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-la, da-ut, da-ut, dat-dat-dat-dat-dat-up
Turn up your radio
And let-a me, let-a me hear the song
Switch on your electric light
How long till I hold you in my arms
So I can, so I can feel you
Sweet lady, sweet lady of the night
I shall and I will reveal you, help you with,
Turn it up, turn it up, little big higher, radio
Turn it up, so you know, it's got soul
So you know it's got soul
So you know it's got soul
(Instrumental & violin solo & audience clapping)
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-dum
'Nathan Rubin on violin' please (audience claps)
Da-da-da-da-da-da
'Left of the string section we have Terry Adams on Cello'
'Nancy Ellis on Violo'
'Tom Halpin on Violin'
(More instrumental with horns & piano)
'Jeff Labes on Piano'
'Ladies and gentlemen please, (audience applaudes)
Left to right we have Bill Atwood on Trumpet
'Brother Jack Schroer on Saxaphones'
'John Platania on Guitar'
'David Hayes on Bass'
'Dahaud Shaar on Drums'
So, ya know it's got soul
I'm tryin' to tell ya
Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! HU!
So ya know it's got 100% soul
Take it one time there
Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! wah-wah-wah-wah
So ya know it's got, nothin' but soul in it
Nothin' but, not for the best and later for the garbage
So you know, it's got soul-woh-woh-woh-woh-woh-ul
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oul
Turn it up!
So ya know
So ya know it's got soul, baby
Baby
I don't wanna go
Cia, baby
Jerry Labes got soul
Don't you know'
Don't you know it's got
Tell 'em one more
Tell 'em one more
Cia, baby
Tell 'em one more
Tell 'em one more
(Instrumental to end)