OO-OO-OO,
OO-OO-OO.
THROWN LIKE A STAR IN MY VAST SLEEP,
I OPENED MY EYES TO TAKE A PEEP.
TO FIND THAT I WAS BY THE SEA,
GAZING WITH TRANQUILITY.
'TWAS THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
WAH-WAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAH
HISTORIES OF AGES PAST,
UNENLIGHTENED SHADOWS CAST.
DOWN THROUGH ALL ETERNITY,
THE CRYING OF HUMANITY.
'TIS THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING THE SONGS OF LOVE.
THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING THE SONG OF LOVE.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
When I wrote this song I was in India with four Beatles, one Beach Boy and Mia Farrow.
We were gathered together one day in the Maharishi's bungalow, these four Beatles,
one Beach Boy and Mia Farrow.
There was an embarrenced silence in the room. Maharishi he sat crosslegged on the floor, on his disc
as was his wold. And John Lennon, the wit and the humorous, he decided to break the the slence so he
walked up to the Maharishi as he sat on the floor and he patted him on the head and he said:
"There's a good guru!"
We all laughed and Maharashi laughed the loudest.
Later that night as we were gathered together on the roof of our bungalow, under the tropical Indian stars,
we brought out the guitars and I started to write this song. It went like this:
OO-OO-OO,
OO-OO-OO.
And George Harrison he turned to me and he said:
"I could write a verse for that song, Donovan."
And he did, but I never recorded it!
But would you like to hear that long lost verse of George?
YEAH!
Okay, George wrote, I love George, he said this:
WHEN THE TRUTH GETS BURIED DEEP
BENEATH THE THOUSAND YEARS OF SLEEP
TIME DEMANDS A TURN AROUND
AND ONCE AGAIN THE TRUTH IS FOUND.
Yeah, George!
AWAKENING THE HURDY GURDY MAN
WHO COMES SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
THEY COME SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURD.
HO!
OO-OO-OO,
OO-OO-OO.
THROWN LIKE A STAR IN MY VAST SLEEP,
I OPENED MY EYES TO TAKE A PEEP.
TO FIND THAT I WAS BY THE SEA,
GAZING WITH TRANQUILITY.
'TWAS THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
WAH-WAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAH
HISTORIES OF AGES PAST,
UNENLIGHTENED SHADOWS CAST.
DOWN THROUGH ALL ETERNITY,
THE CRYING OF HUMANITY.
'TIS THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING THE SONGS OF LOVE.
THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
COME SINGING THE SONG OF LOVE.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
When I wrote this song I was in India with four Beatles, one Beach Boy and Mia Farrow.
We were gathered together one day in the Maharishi's bungalow, these four Beatles,
one Beach Boy and Mia Farrow.
There was an embarrenced silence in the room. Maharishi he sat crosslegged on the floor, on his disc
as was his wold. And John Lennon, the wit and the humorous, he decided to break the the slence so he
walked up to the Maharishi as he sat on the floor and he patted him on the head and he said:
"There's a good guru!"
We all laughed and Maharashi laughed the loudest.
Later that night as we were gathered together on the roof of our bungalow, under the tropical Indian stars,
we brought out the guitars and I started to write this song. It went like this:
OO-OO-OO,
OO-OO-OO.
And George Harrison he turned to me and he said:
"I could write a verse for that song, Donovan."
And he did, but I never recorded it!
But would you like to hear that long lost verse of George?
YEAH!
Okay, George wrote, I love George, he said this:
WHEN THE TRUTH GETS BURIED DEEP
BENEATH THE THOUSAND YEARS OF SLEEP
TIME DEMANDS A TURN AROUND
AND ONCE AGAIN THE TRUTH IS FOUND.
Yeah, George!
AWAKENING THE HURDY GURDY MAN
WHO COMES SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
THEN WHEN THE HURDY GURDY MAN
THEY COME SINGING SONGS OF LOVE.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, GURDY, HE SANG.
HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURDY, HURDY GURD.
HO!