Lyrics to The Prologue(Golden Afternoon)
All in the golden afternoon
Fledgerly reclined
For the both are whores with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide
All in the golden afternoon
Unaccustomed Dottie's eyes to skies so blue and free
The size of endless nonsense
Girls swimming in the sea
I hear their deep yet shallow cries
Of blissful ecstasy
All in the golden afternoon
(All in the golden afternoon)
I grew free in such an arbor
Meets such dreamy weather
To beg a tale of refugee to stir the tiniest feather
Yet what can one poor voice avail against
Three tongues together
Imperious bream of flashes for their edict to begin it
In gentler tones so kind I hopes there will be nonsense in it
Well Tuccia interrupts the tale not more than once a minute
All in the golden afternoon
Our hero's face you know although
His name seems rather odd
You may recall his mother was a muse, his father was a god
He fancied dancing with his dream-child in the sunny promenade
And when she would twirl how he would swoon
All in the golden afternoon
And on to sudden silence one in fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land of wonders
While the new in friendly chat with bird or beast and half believe it true
And ever as the story drained the wells of fancy dry
and neatly strove that theory want to put the subject by
The rest next time (it is next time)
While happy voices cry
Thus grew the tale of wonderland
thus slowly one by one
its quaint events were hammered out
and now the tale is done
and home we steer a merry crew
beneath the setting sun
All in the golden afternoon
Fledgerly reclined
For the both are whores with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide
All in the golden afternoon (All in the golden afternoon)
Where is Alice do you ever stop
To listen to the colin
(All in the golden afternoon)
[x4]
Do you ever stop
To listen to the colin in the golden afternoon
?Our hero's journey begins and he's happy.?
Fledgerly reclined
For the both are whores with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide
All in the golden afternoon
Unaccustomed Dottie's eyes to skies so blue and free
The size of endless nonsense
Girls swimming in the sea
I hear their deep yet shallow cries
Of blissful ecstasy
All in the golden afternoon
(All in the golden afternoon)
I grew free in such an arbor
Meets such dreamy weather
To beg a tale of refugee to stir the tiniest feather
Yet what can one poor voice avail against
Three tongues together
Imperious bream of flashes for their edict to begin it
In gentler tones so kind I hopes there will be nonsense in it
Well Tuccia interrupts the tale not more than once a minute
All in the golden afternoon
Our hero's face you know although
His name seems rather odd
You may recall his mother was a muse, his father was a god
He fancied dancing with his dream-child in the sunny promenade
And when she would twirl how he would swoon
All in the golden afternoon
And on to sudden silence one in fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land of wonders
While the new in friendly chat with bird or beast and half believe it true
And ever as the story drained the wells of fancy dry
and neatly strove that theory want to put the subject by
The rest next time (it is next time)
While happy voices cry
Thus grew the tale of wonderland
thus slowly one by one
its quaint events were hammered out
and now the tale is done
and home we steer a merry crew
beneath the setting sun
All in the golden afternoon
Fledgerly reclined
For the both are whores with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide
All in the golden afternoon (All in the golden afternoon)
Where is Alice do you ever stop
To listen to the colin
(All in the golden afternoon)
[x4]
Do you ever stop
To listen to the colin in the golden afternoon
?Our hero's journey begins and he's happy.?
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