Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Queen Mab , by - Becca Stevens. Song from the album Regina, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 23.03.2017
Record label: Groundup
Song language: English
Queen Mab |
| The cover of the wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams |
| Ooh |
| The cover of the wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams |
| Ooh |
| The cover of the wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams |
| Ooh |
| The cover of the wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams |
| O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you |
| She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone |
| On the forefinger of an alderman |
| Drawn with a team of little atomies |
| Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep |
| Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs |
| The cover of the wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams |
| Ooh |
| The cover of the wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams |
| Ooh |
| Her whip of a cricket’s bone, the lash of film |
| Her wagoner a small grey coated gnat |
| Not so big as a round little worm |
| Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid |
| Her chariot is an empty hazelnut |
| Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub |
| Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers |
| And in this state she… (gallops night by night) night by night |
| Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love |
| They dream |
| They dream |
| They dream of love |
| Ooh |
| The cover of wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams |
| Ooh |
| The cover of wings of grasshoppers |
| The traces of the smallest spider’s web |
| The collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams |
| Ooh |
| Over courtiers' knees, that dream of court’sies straight |
| Over lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees |
| Over lady’s lips, who straight on kisses dream |
| Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues |
| Because of their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are… |
| O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you |
| She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone |
| On the forefinger of an alderman |
| Drawn with a team of little atomies of Athwart men’s noses as they lies asleep |