Candlestickmaker Songtext
von Ron Elliott

The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker and I
The butcher brings sweet meats, the baker brings blackberry pie
Carve with your knife the true light of life cause I′m coming

And the candlestick maker he burns his light for me
The candlestick maker he weaves his light for me

The street's talking whispers, the rain walks in slippers of gold
The rhythm is blinding, I′m finding sweet harmony cold
But I don't fear cause life is right there where I'm going


And the candlestick maker he burns his light for me
The candlestick maker he weaves his light for me

Hey why don′t you hear me, you seem to be near me, are you?
I feel no more fever, oh weaver, I blister by you
Don′t stop your spindle, don't let the fire swindle, take me

And the candlestick maker he burns his light for me
The candlestick maker he weaves his light for me

The candlestick maker he burns his light for me
The candlestick maker he weaves his light for me