Midnight Sun Songtext
von Mike Batt
Midnight Sun Songtext
Sing your hymns of Evensong, Sail out to far lagoons,
All you fishermen and you fortune hunters,
Sharpen your harpoons.
Sing rhapsodies to the fickle gods that guide you,
Awake the brave adventurer that sleeps inside you.
(Baker, Boots Crew)
Before you vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You might vanish away like midnight smoke, And never be seen again.
(Baker)
You sailors, sail your stormy seas; You gamblers, roll your ball.
All you butterflies and you ballerinas, Dance until you fall.
Dream and believe; follow what you're searching for, One day the brave adventurer will be no more.
(Baker, Boots Crew)
You just vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You'll just vanish away like midnight smoke, And never be seen again.
(Baker, Boots Crew)
You just vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You'll just vanish away like midnight smoke, And never be seen again.
"I engage with the Snark - every night after dark - In a dream delirious fight: I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes, And I use it for striking a light. "But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day, In a moment (of this I am sure), I shall softly and suddenly vanish away - And the notion I cannot endure!
"'Tis a pitiful tale," said the Bellman, whose face Had grown longer at every word; "But, now that you've stated the whole of your case, More debate would be simply absurd."
"The rest of my speech" (he explained to his men) "You shall hear when I've leisure to speak it.
But the snark is at hand, let me tell you again!
'Tis your glorious duty to seek it!" "To seek it with thimbles, to seek it with care; To pursue it with forks and hope; To threaten its life with a railway-share; To charm it with smiles and soap!"
"For the Snark's a peculiar creature, that won't Be caught in a commonplace way. Do all that you know, and try all that you don't; Not a chance must be wasted to-day!"
All you fishermen and you fortune hunters,
Sharpen your harpoons.
Sing rhapsodies to the fickle gods that guide you,
Awake the brave adventurer that sleeps inside you.
(Baker, Boots Crew)
Before you vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You might vanish away like midnight smoke, And never be seen again.
(Baker)
You sailors, sail your stormy seas; You gamblers, roll your ball.
All you butterflies and you ballerinas, Dance until you fall.
Dream and believe; follow what you're searching for, One day the brave adventurer will be no more.
(Baker, Boots Crew)
You just vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You'll just vanish away like midnight smoke, And never be seen again.
(Baker, Boots Crew)
You just vanish away like midnight smoke, So that no signs or memories remain, You'll just vanish away like midnight smoke, And never be seen again.
"I engage with the Snark - every night after dark - In a dream delirious fight: I serve it with greens in those shadowy scenes, And I use it for striking a light. "But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day, In a moment (of this I am sure), I shall softly and suddenly vanish away - And the notion I cannot endure!
"'Tis a pitiful tale," said the Bellman, whose face Had grown longer at every word; "But, now that you've stated the whole of your case, More debate would be simply absurd."
"The rest of my speech" (he explained to his men) "You shall hear when I've leisure to speak it.
But the snark is at hand, let me tell you again!
'Tis your glorious duty to seek it!" "To seek it with thimbles, to seek it with care; To pursue it with forks and hope; To threaten its life with a railway-share; To charm it with smiles and soap!"
"For the Snark's a peculiar creature, that won't Be caught in a commonplace way. Do all that you know, and try all that you don't; Not a chance must be wasted to-day!"
Writer(s): Mike Batt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
