The Travelling Tragition - T. Rex

Shadow cloak swift as a swallow

Pantaloon down in the hollow

Dancing, his voice like a cloud

In the death of my night

Awful eyes, black Persian beggar

Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather

Stepping so lightly

A sprite in the house of my sight

0 m’dear, travelling Tragition

It’s sky clear, you’re a gift from the fair folk