The Travelling Tragition
(专辑： Prophets, Seers & Sages: The Angels Of The Ages - 1968)
Shadow cloak swift as a
swallow, Pantaloon down in the
hollow, Dancing, his voice like a
cloud In the
death of my night. Awful eyes, black Persian beggar, Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather, Stepping so lightly, A
sprite in the
house of my sight. Oh m'dear, travelling Tragition, It's sky clear, you're a
gift from the
fair folk.
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