Rigmarole

Heat of noon
Their black clothes hide the lights of the moon
The gift I received
Rarely they give
A knot of three
On a saffron wall was waiting me
They started to sing
This their string
Hard law of fate
We’re going to say
In this world, man
You walk watchin’ back
This rigmarole

Teaches all you must know
That we must kneel, man
To the three maids’ command
They were there to hear the cry
When the lame king became blind
Don’t use your ears
Sound of their shears
Snippin’ now

The first one showed how
A quest has been worked out
By the still living dead man
That in childhood was hanged
Two told the tale
The hanged child was lame
Three said this song
Proved the lame man was wrong
What I thought when I sailed
Is “winds of doom, I dare”

But we live in a ring, the storm has drawn it on my skin
Rape my life
A river takes me now
Two feet’s pride, morning star
Watch three feet cryin’ on