MARCH OF THE MAD DUKE'S CIRCUS - Ars Nova

Once in the month of the pageant of dreams

Soft like the choir in the cobblestone stream

Led by the children

Bells, velvet, and children

There came a tumbler, a juggler, and a clown (three silver rings)

We saw the singing, but we did not hear the sound (of silver rings)

Three circles sang, and the dancers began

Once for the sea, once for the land

Once for the grand victory

There came the duchess, with the duchess in her hand (white candle eyes)

Calling cathedrally into their land (the candle eyes)

Turned to our towers

Numbers and hours

And told in the tune of an empty bell band (the dance began)

Come, all ye children, take leave of your time

The twelve answers lie, the twelve questions die

The twelve dancers passing you by

Once in the month of the pageant of dreams

Such is our choir in the cobblestone stream

Followed by children

Prayers, incense, and children

Followed by children

Prayers, incense, and children

Followed by children

Prayers, incense, and children

Followed by children

Prayers, incense, and children