[00:16.219]Scaramoche the weary jester, sells his misery for delight[00:26.170]Dances in his bubbles and patchwork peacock ties[00:34.581]Frolics in the halls of King Apollo's town of ice[00:43.233]Somersaults and tumbles to the feet of the silver night[01:03.167]The cloak of the Sorcerer, glides from his shoulder[01:13.450]Falls to the floor, with his whiskers of snow[01:21.692]He summons from Pluto, his demons and goblins[01:30.928]Stands in the doorway so ancient and cold[01:49.021]The long jeweled fingers, all florescent on his strings[01:58.879]Mellow muted lute, celestially it sings[02:07.445]Wooden Tambourine with dangling jangling, silver rings[02:16.389]Love endure in harmony, a bouquet it brings[02:29.833]The palace is still, but the kingdom is singin'[02:39.831]The people they were, the children they play[02:48.188]In the hills of the churches, bells they are ringin'[02:55.755]While sea crow flies again to lands far away