All are dancing slowly This masquerade A gala Yet All is in great discord Among the orchestra One is out of tune Yet None seem to care To hear the broken melody See the chip in the stone
Cover it up With a little paint None shall tell Besides the meek little pup Soon it shall faint One shall yell While the rest Ring, ring, ring the bell Dancing in discord To the broken melody
Pulling out a flask ‘Neath the rows Folk chatter and ask, “Isn’t something off?” While the other throws, “Neigh!” then one does quaff
Shine a light Alone the floor Hold one tight For one shall sing no more Grasp it So one may not fall That she would not permit Not a’tall
Sing, sober dream Whisper your whims Through a beam On a limb The lullaby Child doth cry Sing, sober dream Sing, sing, For ‘tall must end One day.