Lyrics MARCH OF THE MAD DUKE'S CIRCUS - Ars Nova

MARCH OF THE MAD DUKE'S CIRCUS

Once in the month of the pageant of dreams
Soft like the choir in the cobblestone stream
Led by the children
Bells, velvet, and children
There came a tumbler, a juggler, and a clown (three silver rings)
We saw the singing, but we did not hear the sound (of silver rings)
Three circles sang, and the dancers began
Once for the sea, once for the land
Once for the grand victory
There came the duchess, with the duchess in her hand (white candle eyes)
Calling cathedrally into their land (the candle eyes)
Turned to our towers
Numbers and hours
And told in the tune of an empty bell band (the dance began)
Come, all ye children, take leave of your time
The twelve answers lie, the twelve questions die
The twelve dancers passing you by
Once in the month of the pageant of dreams
Such is our choir in the cobblestone stream
Followed by children
Prayers, incense, and children
Followed by children
Prayers, incense, and children
Followed by children
Prayers, incense, and children
Followed by children
Prayers, incense, and children