Orion and his dog emerge into the blackened air
While far below the dancing girls are gathering the change
And all the flashing colors dim to match the dying fair
As once again we make our way through dismal crowds and strange
As once again we make our way through dismal crowds and strange
If only magic lanterns could have lighted our way home
With tea and rice cakes waiting in a fire-heated shack
Then the sounds of laughing holidays could have echoed on and on
We'd have never known thе pain in coming back
We'd never havе known the pain in coming back
Laughing Holidays was written by Tret Fure.
Laughing Holidays was produced by Lowell George.