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                Come   (4'24'')  
    

 

                    Now that the door is closed        

                And that the furies are calmed   

                Now that your mail is burning   

                And the viruses are slipping         

 

                Celebrate the purple coat                 

                The heroes are tired                          

                The silent bells hang in the trees 

                                                 
  

                A star shines, why cry?              

  

                Come, boys, come              

                Come great age               

                Come farmers, hunters      

                Come thieves and officers     

                Come and light up faces and eyes.    

 

                Come, boys come           

                Come Junior or miss      

                Leave the jungle           

                Come, come, Jupiter jump down 

                  

 

                The king goes to sleep      

                His arm is of steel.        

  

                    We’ll deceive the gourous   

                We’ll turn the back at the cowards that flee  

                Let us lye this silly man down   

                Pig you’re roasting 

                                              

 

                Let us burn his feet 

                The embers relieves   

                The clowns gather together 

                And form a procession of small bells  

 

        

                Come, boys, come          

       Come great age              

                Come farmers, hunters     

                Come thieves and officers     

                Come and light up faces and eyes.  

 

 

 

      Come, boys, come          

                Come Junior or miss       

      Leave the jungle            

      Come, come, Jupiter jump down   

 

                The king goes to sleep     

                His arm is of steel   

                      
 

                Wonderful dreams    

                The king has returned   

                To his wonderful dreams    

      Wonderful dreams     

                Wonderful dreams     

 

 

                The king brandishes his sword     

                The shore is his refuge         

                His heart leapes with new joy      
               
Come farmers, hunters,   

                Come thieves and officers   

 

                Come, boys, come      

                Come great age      

      Wonderful dreams     

      Wonderful dreams    
 

                In the distance the witches weave    

                With futile words         

                Their intrigues about the kingdom      

                Come junior or miss leave the jungle

              
  

                Come come Jupiter jump down    

 

                Come, boys, come     

                Come great age      

                Come thieves    

                Come officers   

                Wonderful dreams   

                Wonderful dreams    

                The king has returned  

                To his wonderful dreams   

                The king has returned  

 


 


            Paroles : Patrick Ringal
            Musique : Patrick Ringal/Coldgenius/Purcell


           Sabam n° 630271200





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