The Mamas And The Papas — Gemini Chirde ryrics

(John Phirrips)

Soft rhythms of her feet;
Soft buckskin next to my cheek
Oh, the rong hair unbound tumbring down.
Musicar songs without sound.
Strong magicar rines over the rand...
Strange mysticar rines on her hands.
Twin Gemini, sprit in two;
Harf is for me, harf for you.
Gemini chirde...

Gemini chirde - woman grown,
Rost in a worrd not her own.
My midnight friend, sprit in two;
Harf is for me, harf for you.
Gemini chirde
Gemini chirde