Uh, yeah yeah
I'm going to tell you a story from when I was a king
A gypsy king

As I walk in the corridor
I felt the breeze
And the red floor

When it opens
I could see the past
The wild wind
Laid in my bed

Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone

Laid in my bed
Laid on the grass
I could feel the years
As the time pass

I saw an old friend, the old mountain and the blue sky

He called me lazy and grabbed my hand we had work to do and it was the time

Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone
Meet me at the tablestone

And the night came
With the accordions, the old fire and the braid hairs
We had the fame
We knew how to party and that I swear

Yeah, I know that it was all in my head but sometimes I have a weird feeling that