Tonight
my assistant
will pass among
you
His cap will
be empty
Hey non-e
non-e
The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal dignity
will be sung
non-e
non-e
Why don't minstrels
go from house
to house
howling songs
the way they
used to?
Because
In vain I
bind another
foot
In vain and
now the other
foot
Because because
I lullaby
la la
you can tell
My sweet little
darling
My comfort and
joy
lullaby
la la
you can tell
In beauty surpassing
are princes of
Troy
Some are born
to it
you can tell
some are made
to do it
some allowed
When I
lullaby
la la
lullaby
la la
Fa la la
Fa la la
In ameri-
such a-
meri
Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la
In ameri-
such a-
meri
Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la
Tonight my assistant
will hear
the canals
of Mars
His cap will
be empty
non-e
non-e
The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal autonomy
will be sung
non-e
non-e
Why don't painters
paint their cloudy
spines
chiaroscuro
the way they
used to?
Because
In vain I
douse another lamp
Because because
I lullaby
la la
you can tell
My sweet little
darling
My comfort and
joy
I lullaby
la la
you can tell
In beauty
surpassing
are princes of
Troy
Some are born
to it
you can tell
some are made
to do it
some allowed
When I
lullaby
la la
lullaby
la la
Tonight
my assistant
will pass
among you
His cap will
be empty
The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal dignity
will be sung.