When he first cried his mother died I had tried to be his guide When he was born I was too young The father searches for the son In Istanbul, give him back to me Oh Istanbul, give me back my brown-eyed son
Moonlight jumping through the trees Sunken eyes avoiding me, From dawn to dusk, the hunt is on, The father searches for the son In Istanbul, give him back to me In Istanbul give me back my brown-eyed son
On secret streets in disbelief Little shadow shows the lead Prostitutes, stylish and glum In amongst them you are one
Oh, what have I done?!
Rolling breathless off the tongue The vicious street gang slang I lean into a box of pine Identify the kid as mine
Writer/s: STEVEN MORRISSEY, MARTIN JAMES BOORER
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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"Abracadabra" was inspired by Diana Ross and The Supremes. Steve Miller first met the girl group when they performed together on NBC's Hullabaloo in 1966, and he wrote the lyrics after spotting Diana Ross skiing in the mountains years later.