Loreena McKennitt - Marrakesh night market

Gathered in ^Gmcir - ^Dcles, the lamps light their ^Gmfa - ^Dces The crescent ^Gmmoon rocks in the ^Dsky The poets of ^Gmdrum - ^Dming, keep heartbeats sus^Gmpen - ^Dded The smoke swirls ^Gmup and then it ^Ddies

^Gm Would you like my mask? ^DWould you like my mirror? ^Gm Cries the man in the shadowing ^Dhood You can look at your-^Gmself ^D You can look at ^Gmeach-o^Dther You can look at the ^Gmface, the face of your ^Dgod

The stories are ^Gmwo - ^Dven, and fortunes are ^Gmto - ^Dld The truth is ^Gmmeasured by the weight of your ^Dgold The magic lies ^Gmscattere^Dd, on rugs on the ^Gmgroun^Dd Faith is ^Gmconjured in the night market's ^Dsound

^Gm Would you like my mask? ^DWould you like my mirror? ^Gm Cries the man in the shadowing ^Dhood You can look at your-^Gmself ^D You can look at ^Gmeach-o^Dther You can look at the ^Gmface, the face of your ^Dgod

The lessons are ^Gmwrit - ^Dten, on parchments of ^Gmpa - ^Dper They're carried by ^Gmhorse from the river ^DNile Says the shadowy ^Gmvoi - ^Dce, in the firelight, the ^Gmco - ^Dbra Is casting the ^Gmflame a winsome ^Dsmile

^Gm Would you like my mask? ^DWould you like my mirror? ^Gm Cries the man in the shadowing ^Dhood You can look at your-^Gmself ^D You can look at ^Gmeach-o^Dther You can look at the ^Gmface, the face of your ^Dgod