Alphaville - All In The Golden Afternoon |
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All In The Golden Afternoon
Alphaville All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied Ah, cruel three! In such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather Our wanderings to guide To beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest feather Yet what can one poor voice avail, against three tongues together Against three tongues together The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new And half believe it true Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by In friendly chat with bird or beastAnd ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry The next timeThe happy voices cry! Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly one by one A merry crew Its quaint events were hammered outAnd home we steer Beneath the setting sun |
