A Dulcimer's Fancy Songtext

The Occasion

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A Dulcimer's Fancy Songtext
Starshot, halo-bound

So laying me out

You got flaxen wings of hayseed

And something under your arm


And may I please touch

Your fancy tattered cloak

Were its holes divinely fabricated

Or were they eaten out by a moth?



...Eaten out by a moth? (Repeat)



What's that beautiful instrument that you bear?

You did not design that by chance

You were touching a dulcimer's fancy


A Dulcimer's Fancy (Touching a dulcimer's fancy)
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