Tonight
my assistant
will pass among
you

His cap will
be empty

Hey non-e
non-e

The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal dignity
will be sung

non-e
non-e

Why don't minstrels
go from house
to house
howling songs
the way they
used to?

Because

In vain I
bind another
foot

In vain and
now the other
foot

Because because

I lullaby
la la

you can tell

My sweet little
darling
My comfort and
joy

lullaby
la la

you can tell

In beauty surpassing
are princes of
Troy

Some are born
to it

you can tell

some are made
to do it

some allowed

When I

lullaby
la la

lullaby
la la

Fa la la
Fa la la

In ameri-
such a-
meri

Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la

In ameri-
such a-
meri

Fa la la
Fa la la
Fa la la

Tonight my assistant

will hear
the canals
of Mars

His cap will
be empty

non-e
non-e

The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal autonomy
will be sung

non-e
non-e

Why don't painters
paint their cloudy
spines
chiaroscuro
the way they
used to?

Because

In vain I
douse another lamp

Because because

I lullaby
la la

you can tell

My sweet little
darling
My comfort and
joy

I lullaby
la la

you can tell

In beauty
surpassing
are princes of
Troy

Some are born
to it

you can tell

some are made
to do it

some allowed

When I
lullaby
la la

lullaby
la la

Tonight
my assistant

will pass
among you

His cap will
be empty

The most intimate
personal choices
and requests
central to your
personal dignity

will be sung.