Sleep my child Out on the road there are fireflies circling Deep in the woods, where the lost souls hide Over the hill there are men returning Trying to find some peace of mind Under the fog there are shadows moving Don't be afraid, hold my hand Into the

Is the tide gonna reach my chair Sunrise, there's a fire in the sky Never been so happy Never felt so high And I think I might have found me my own kind of paradise Knee deep in the water somewhere Got the blue sky breeze blowin' wind through my hair

Where you're from it's a long way Oh my love it's a long way The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon You stand up on your hill, behop all around you They wonder where you're from, oh yeah They wonder where I found you The golden light above you

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare

'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do, And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do, 'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do I think I'm gonna lose my mind, I think I'm gonna win this time, Something deep inside me, I can't give up, I roll and I

We got something they don't A fire burning deep in our bones On fire when we get home Smokin' when we're away They may say we're done That we will never win this one But we know differently They don't know you And they don't know me

We could have had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me) You had my heart inside of your hand (you're gonna wish you never had met me) And you played it to the beat (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) There's a fire starting in my heart

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,