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to the children - edward elgar lyrics

o children, open your arms to me
let your hair fall over my eyes;
let me sleep a moment * and then awake
in your garden of sweet surprise!
for the grown up folk
are a wearisome folk
and they laugh all my fancies to scorn
they laugh all my fancies to scorn

o children, open your hearts to me
and tell me your wonder*thoughts
who lives in the palace inside your brain?
who plays in its outer courts?
who hides in the hours to*morrow holds?
who sleeps in your yesterdays?
who tiptoes along past the curtained folds
of the shadow that twilight lays?
o children, open your eyes to me
and tell me your visions too;
who squeezes the sponge when the salt tears flow
to dim their magical blue?
who brushes the fringe of their lace*veined lids?
who trims their innocent light?
who draws up the blinds when the sun peeps in?
who fastens them down at night?

o children, i pray you speak low to me
and cover my eyes with your hands
o kiss me again till i sleep and dream
that i’m lost in your fairylands;
for the grown up folk
are a troublesome folk
and the book of their childhood is torn!
is blotted, and crumpled, and torn!

- edward elgar lyrics

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