The Travelling Tragition (Bolan) - 1:48

Shadow cloak swift as a swallow
Pantaloon down in the hollow
Dancing, his voice like a cloud
In the death of my night

Awful eyes, black Persian beggar
Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather
Stepping so lightly
A sprite in the house of my sight

O m'dear, Traveling Tragition
It's sky clear, your a gift from the fair folk