Lyrics by John B Tabb | ||
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Little masters, hat in hand,
Let me in your presence stand,
Till your silence solve for me
This your threefold mystery.
Let me in your presence stand,
Till your silence solve for me
This your threefold mystery.
Tell me—for I long to know—
How, in darkness there below,
Was your fairy fabric spun,
Spread and fashioned, three in one.
How, in darkness there below,
Was your fairy fabric spun,
Spread and fashioned, three in one.
Did your gossips gold and blue,
Sky and Sunshine, choose for you,
Ere your triple forms were seen,
Suited liveries of green?
Sky and Sunshine, choose for you,
Ere your triple forms were seen,
Suited liveries of green?
Can ye—if ye dwelt indeed
Captives of a prison seed—
Like the Genie, once again
Get you back into the grain?
Captives of a prison seed—
Like the Genie, once again
Get you back into the grain?
Little masters, may I stand
In your presence, hat in hand,
Waiting till you solve for me
This your threefold mystery?
In your presence, hat in hand,
Waiting till you solve for me
This your threefold mystery?
Lyrics by John B Tabb | ||