LET IT ROLL ACROSS THE FLOOR,
THROUGH THE HALL AND OUT THE DOOR.
TO THE FOUNTAIN OF PERPETUAL MIRTH,
LET IT ROLL FOR ALL IT'S WORTH.

FIND ME WHERE YE ECHO LAYS,
LOSE YE BODIES IN THE MAZE.
SEE THE LORD AND ALL THE MOUTHS HE FEEDS,
LET IT ROLL AMONG THE WEEDS.
LET IT ROLL.

(Sir Frankie Crisp)
(Sir Frankie Crisp)
(Sir Frankie Crisp(
(Sir Frankie Crisp)

LET IT ROLL DOWN THROUGH THE CAVES,
YE LONG WALKS OF COOLE AND SHADES.
THROUGH YE WOODS HERE MAY YE REST AWHILE,
HANDKERCHIEFS TO MATCH YOUR TIE.
LET IT ROLL.

LET IT ROLL, LET IT ROLL,
LET IT ROLL, LET IT ROLL.

FOOLS ILLUSIONS EV´RYWHERE,
JOAN AND MOLLY SWEEPS THE STAIRS.
EYES THAT SHINING FULL OF INNER LIGHT,
LET IT ROLL INTO THE NIGHT.

(Sir Frankie Crisp)
(Sir Frankie Crisp)
(Sir Frankie Crisp)

LET IT ROLL, (Sir Frankie Crisp)
LET IT ROLL.

LET IT ROLL, (Sir Frankie Crisp)
LET IT ROLL.

LET IT ROLL, (Sir Frankie Crisp)
LET IT ROLL.

(Sir Frankie Crisp)