Tune: "Beating Silk Floss"
In the sequestered court quiet reigns,
Within the small yard not a soul stirs.
An intermittent breeze wafts the intermittent thudding of a cold mallet.
There's no helping these drifting notes
That invade my chamber curtains the livelong night
And will not let me go to sleep—
A bright moon looking on.
Within the small yard not a soul stirs.
An intermittent breeze wafts the intermittent thudding of a cold mallet.
There's no helping these drifting notes
That invade my chamber curtains the livelong night
And will not let me go to sleep—
A bright moon looking on.
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