we stood in the windy city the gypsy boy and i we slept on the breeze in the midnight with the rain droppin tears in our eyes and who s going to be the one to say it was no good what we done i dare a man to say i m too young for i m going to try for the sun we huddled in a derelict building and when he thought i was asleep he laid his poor coat round my shoulder and shivered there beside me in a heap and who s going to be the one to say it was no good what we done i dare a man to say i m too young for i m going to try for the sun we sang and cracked the sky with laughter our breath turned to mist in the cold our years put together count to thirty but our eyes told the dawn we were old and who s going to be the one to say it was no good what we done i dare a man to say i m too young for i m going to try for the sun mirror mirror hanging in the sky won t you look down what s happening here below i stand here singing to the flowers so very few people really know and who s going to be the one to say it was no good what we done i dare a man to say i m too young for i m going to try for the sun we stood in the windy city the gypsy boy and i we slept on the breeze in the midnight with the rain droppin tears in our eyes and who s going to be the one to say it was no good what we done i dare a man to say i m too young for i m going to try for the sun