Loreena McKennitt - Marrakesh Night Market Lyrics
They're gathered in circles, the lamps light their facesThe crescent moon rocks in the skyThe poets of drumming keep heartbeats suspendedThe smoke swirls up and then it diesChorus:"Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror?"Cries the man in the shadowing hoodYou can look at yourself, you can look at each otherYou can look at the face, the face of your godThe stories are woven and fortunes are toldThe truth is measured by the weight of your goldThe magic lies scattered on rugs on the groundFaith is conjured in the night market's sound(Chorus)The lessons are written on parchments of paperThey're carried by horse from the river NileSays the shadowy voice in the firelight, the cobraIs casting the flame a winsome smile(Chorus)