Three Fish Myth Of Abdou
While the elders are weeping
In the old courts of laughter
Spilling tears on velvet, tears spun from dew
Draped from the lace
Where the elders are weeping
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
When the raven's wings are beating
Where the harlequin sleeps
And the old play is pleading
Under dark, cold raining skies
Beneath the old courts of laughter
Come, come see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
And the wise men speak
While the raven's wings beat
And a cold raining sky
And a harlequin sleeps
Where the old players plead
Under dark, cold raining skies
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself
Come, come, see for yourself