Lyrics

Brownie Dan - Music & Lyrics : Alexander James Adams

The sky has opened with rain, you've lost your house and home,
Just head up to the northern hills where all good gypsies roam-
A little magic hollow, that only friends know where,
It's tended by a little guy whose gift is to repair-

So set yourself a campsite, and light a fire high,
Don't cheat, or whine or steal, and never, ever lie!
An honest day of labor and a well-cooked meal at night,
Will satisfy his watchful eye and then he'll set things right!

BROWNIE DAN, BROWNIE DAN,
FIXIN' THINGS FOR MORTAL MAN-
WHEN YOU GIVE HIM HIGHLAND WHISKEY
LIFE WILL RUN JUST LIKE YOU PLAN!
IF THERE'S SOMETHING THAT HE CANNA FIX,
YOU KNOW THAT NO ONE CAN,
FOR THERE'S NOT A SOUL KNOWS ALL THE TRICKS
LIKE MY FRIEND BROWNIE DAN!

He shelters cold, wet chickens, protects a flock of geese,
He builds a sacred structure with bricks and elbow grease-
He fixes magic windows and he manicures the trees,
But point him out, and then he'll pout, and hide where no one sees!

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He'll cut and sew a leather coat and ease a shoulder pain,
Repair a leaky fishing boat, unclog a stopped-up drain,
He fashions up a flaming sword, sets right a busted cart,
He has the means, or so it seems, to mend a broken heart!

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Always be your best!
That's the lesson that he'd like to the rest!
Just one thing you must beware,
That once you thank him then you'll find he won't be there!

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