Can´t you hear them brothers sing?
They´re down on the street
That old blue-eyed drummer-boy don´t skip a beat
Seems like so many years ago, way back round the bend

Wish to God those nights would never end
O´ Gloria
Can´t you hear them singing now?
Down on Gambler Lane
Just a gang of gypsies in the rain
And the girls would come and go
But you were always there
With them dying daisies in your hair
O´ Gloria, I don´t want this day to ever end