Lyrics to I'll Call Thee Hamlet
Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd
bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell
be thy intents wicked or charitable
thou com'st in such a questionable shape
that I will speak to thee
speak to thee
speak to thee
speak to thee
speak to thee
I'll call thee Hamlet
I'll call thee Hamlet, o answer me
it will not speak, then I will follow it follow it
I do not set my life at a pin ?s fee
and for my soul, what can it do to that
and for my soul, what can it do to that
being a thing immortal as itself
it waves me forth again
forth again
forth again
I'll follow it
(I'll) follow it
(I'll) follow it
I'll call thee Hamlet
I'll call thee Hamlet
king, father, royal Dane
king, father, royal Dane
o answer me
what may this mean, that thou
dead corse, again in complete steel
revisits thus the glimpses of the moon
making night hideous / and we fools of nature
so horridly to shake our disposition - our disposition
with thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
with thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
say why is this? wherefore?
say why is this? wherefore?
I'll call thee Hamlet
I'll call thee Hamlet
king, father, royal Dane
king, father, royal Dane
be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd
bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell
be thy intents wicked or charitable
thou com'st in such a questionable shape
that I will speak to thee
speak to thee
speak to thee
speak to thee
speak to thee
I'll call thee Hamlet
I'll call thee Hamlet, o answer me
it will not speak, then I will follow it follow it
I do not set my life at a pin ?s fee
and for my soul, what can it do to that
and for my soul, what can it do to that
being a thing immortal as itself
it waves me forth again
forth again
forth again
I'll follow it
(I'll) follow it
(I'll) follow it
I'll call thee Hamlet
I'll call thee Hamlet
king, father, royal Dane
king, father, royal Dane
o answer me
what may this mean, that thou
dead corse, again in complete steel
revisits thus the glimpses of the moon
making night hideous / and we fools of nature
so horridly to shake our disposition - our disposition
with thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
with thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
say why is this? wherefore?
say why is this? wherefore?
I'll call thee Hamlet
I'll call thee Hamlet
king, father, royal Dane
king, father, royal Dane
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