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Celtic Lyrics Corner > Artists & Groups > Loreena McKennitt > The Mask And Mirror > Marrakesh Night Market
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Lyrics:
They're gathered in circles, the lamps light their faces
The crescent moon rocks in the sky
The poets of drumming keep heartbeats suspended
The smoke swirls up and then it dies
Chorus:
"Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror?"
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself, you can look at each other
You can look at the face, the face of your god
The stories are woven and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered on rugs on the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
(Chorus)
The lessons are written on parchments of paper
They're carried by horse from the river Nile
Says the shadowy voice in the firelight, the cobra
Is casting the flame a winsome smile
(Chorus)
