March Of The Mad Duke's Circus

Lyrics for March Of The Mad Duke's Circus

Once in the month of the pageant of deams soft like the choir in the cobblestone stream let by the children rose, velvet and children Then came a tumbler a juggler and a clown (3 silver rings) we saw the singing but we did not hear the sound (of silver rings) three circles and, and the dancers began (...) one's for the sea one's for the land one's for the grand victory. Then came the Duchess with a dutchess in her hand (...) calling cathedrals into their land Turn to our towers, numbers and hours And tolling a tune of an empty bell band (that once began) come on ye children take leave of your time the twelve answers lie the twelve questions die the twelve dancers passing nearby Once in the month of the pageant of dream such is our choir in the cobblestone stream followed by children Rinse, incense and children