THE SOUND OF A CANDYMAN'S TRUMPET by Cliff Richard - Eurovision 1968 - + lyrics

from The Cilla Black Show 5 March 1968

LYRICS

Come away, he calls
Listen how the night is falling
Palaces and halls
He can take you there

Don't be scared
He'll be heard to say
Only then you'll know
Just what it's like
To hear the sound of the candyman's trumpet

Of the candyman painting in the sky
Colors fly and pain's forgotten
Never wondering why
Accepting all you see
Seize the chance and let the dance begin
Only then you'll know what it's like
To hear the sound of the candyman's trumpet

Of the candyman singing loud and clear
That love is here to stay
Nothing else is true
It's up to you each day
You'll hear him calling, calling, calling, calling

Come away and find
Peace of mind foreverafter
Eyesight for the blind
So everyone may see

Time will stand still
Candyman will play
Only then you'll know what it's like
To hear the sound of the candyman's trumpet
Of the candyman's trumpet
Of the candyman's trumpet

Written By: Tony Hazzard