Lullaby

Tonight

my assistant

will pass among

you

His cap will

be empty

Hey non-e

non-e

The most intimate

personal choices

and requests

central to your

personal dignity

will be sung

non-e

non-e

Why don't minstrels

go from house

to house

howling songs

the way they

used to?

Because

In vain I

bind another

foot

In vain and

now the other

foot

Because because

I lullaby

la la

you can tell

My sweet little

darling

My comfort and

joy

lullaby

la la

you can tell

In beauty surpassing

are princes of

Troy

Some are born

to it

you can tell

some are made

to do it

some allowed

When I

lullaby

la la

lullaby

la la

Fa la la

Fa la la

In ameri-

such a-

meri

Fa la la

Fa la la

Fa la la

Fa la la

Fa la la

In ameri-

such a-

meri

Fa la la

Fa la la

Fa la la

Tonight my assistant

will hear

the canals

of Mars

His cap will

be empty

non-e

non-e

The most intimate

personal choices

and requests

central to your

personal autonomy

will be sung

non-e

non-e

Why don't painters

paint their cloudy

spines

chiaroscuro

the way they

used to?

Because

In vain I

douse another lamp

Because because

I lullaby

la la

you can tell

My sweet little

darling

My comfort and

joy

I lullaby

la la

you can tell

In beauty

surpassing

are princes of

Troy

Some are born

to it

you can tell

some are made

to do it

some allowed

When I

lullaby

la la

lullaby

la la

Tonight

my assistant

will pass

among you

His cap will

be empty

The most intimate

personal choices

and requests

central to your

personal dignity

will be sung.