T.Rex - Prophets, Seers & Sages: The Angels of the Ages 1968 - The Travelling Tragition | Текст песни

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• T.Rex - Prophets, Seers & Sages: The Angels of the Ages 1968
• The Travelling Tragition

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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