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The Decemberists - The Infanta lyrics
Here she comes in her palanquin on the back of an elephant on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk all astride on her father's line with the king and his concubines and her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk and we'll all come praise the infanta and we'll all come praise the infanta Among five score pachyderm each canopied and passengered sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls within sight of the baronness seething spite for this live largesse by her side sits the baron her barrenness barbs her and we'll all come praise the infanta and we'll all come praise the infanta A phalanx on camelback thirty ranks on a forward tack followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving while behind in their coach, in fours ride the wives of the king of Moors And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed and we'll all come praise the infanta and we'll all come praise the infanta And as she sits upon her place her innocence laid on her face from all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets melodies rhapsodical and fair and all our hearts afire the sky ablaze with cannon fire we all raise our voices to the air to the air... And above all this falderal on a bed made of chaparral she is laid, a coronal placed on her brow and the babe, all in slumber dreams of a place filled with quiet streams and the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water and we'll all come praise the infanta and we'll all come praise the infanta |
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