as i was walking round grosvenor square not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air from the other direction she was calling my eye it could be my illusions but i might as well try might as well try she had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes and i knew without asking she was into the blues she wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls i knew right away she was not like other girls other girls in the heat of the evening when the dealing got rough she was too pat to open and too cool to bluff as i picked up my matches and was closing the door i had one of those flashes i d been there before been there before i ain t often right but i ve never been wrong it seldom turns out the way it does in the song once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right well there ain t nothing wrong with the way she moves or scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues and there s nothing wrong with the way she caught my eye i had to learn the hard way to let her pass by let her pass by  the wind in the willows played tea for two the sky was yellow and the sun was blue strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand everybody s playing in the heart of gold band heart of gold band 