A diamond necklace played the pawn.
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh,
to a handsome man and baton. (bygone, bygone)
A blind class aristocracy,
back through the opera glass you see
the pit and the pendulum drawn.
Columnated ruins domino.
Canvas the town, and brush the backdrop.
Are you sleeping?
Hung velvet overtaken me.
Dim chandelier awaken me
to a song dissolved in the dawn. (bygone, bygone)
The music hall, a costly bow,
The music, all is lost for now,
to a muted trumpeter swan.
Columnated ruins domino.
Canvas the town, and brush the backdrop.
Are you sleeping,
Brother John?
Dove-nested towers the hour was.
Strike the street quicksilver moon.
Carriage across the fog.
Two-step to lamplight cellar tune.
The laughs come hard in auld lang syne.
The glass was raised, the fire rose,
the fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting.
While at port, adieu or die.
A choke of grief, heart-hardened I.
Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry.
Surf's up, [humming]
A board, a tidal wave.
Come about hard, and join the young
and often spring you gave.
I heard the word.
Wonderful thing.
A children's song.
(Child, the child, the child, is father of the man)
(Child, the child, the child, is father of the man)
A children's song,
Have you listened as they played?
Their song is love,
and the children know the way.
(That's why the child, the child, the child, is father of the man)
(Child, the child, the child, is father of the man)
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