The Travelling Tragition Songtext
von T. Rex
The Travelling Tragition Songtext
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.
0 m′dear, travelling Tragition,
It's sky clear, you′re a gift from the fair folk.
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.
0 m′dear, travelling Tragition,
It's sky clear, you′re a gift from the fair folk.
Writer(s): Marc Bolan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
