Gone with the Mouse

歌詞

Three ships with black sails, their wake cast blood-red by the sun Turned to the West, every one disappeared Confining the waters in lines drawn and quartered Ruled by the Crown. Two Jacobin princes played with clattering foils in the dusk Avarice drawn from a spark into fire And the time-honoured kingdom, divided, withered and died. Light it brings glittering, kinder to some, Bear witness of changes yet to come We'll turn a blind eye to half stifled cry, As the season of plenty's finally done. The journeyman's daughter sat in rags with her hand to wheel Her father stayed quietly inside weaving dreams Reflecting on moments gone by him in so many years Light it brings glittering, kinder to some, Bear witness of changes yet to come We'll turn a blind eye to half stifled cry, As the season of plenty's finally done.