Ballad Of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let It Roll) - Jim James

Let it roll across the floor

Through the hall and out the door

To the fountain of perpetual mirth

Let it roll for all its worth

Find me where ye echo lays

Lose ye bodies in the maze

See the lord and all the mouths he feeds

Let it roll among the weeds

Let it roll

Let it roll down through the caves

Ye long walks of coole and shades

Through ye woode, here may ye rest awhile

Handkerchiefs to match your tie

Let it roll

Let it roll, let it roll

Let it roll, let it roll

Fools illusions everywhere

Joan and molly sweep the stairs

Eyes that shining full of inner light

Let it roll into the night

Let it roll, let it roll

Let it roll, let it roll

Let it roll, let it roll