The Travelling Tragition Lyrics by T. Rex
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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.
O m'dear, travelling Tragition,
It's sky clear, your a gift from the fair folk.
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.   O m'dear, travelling Tragition,   It's sky clear, your a gift from the fair folk.