Come here my angel and sit on my knee
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and tell me what song you would hear from me.
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«Sing me the song of eternal numbers
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and from this day I shall well remember».
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One is for the reaper
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Waiting for his harvest of life,
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Two is for the oxen straining at the cart,
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Three is for the world and its every part,
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Four there are the standing stones of Merlin
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Where the hero’s swords were ever sharpened…
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One is for the reaper
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Waiting for his harvest of life.
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And the sum of the golden times
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In all ages of man is five
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Sang the dwarf in a cloud of steam,
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Threw six herbs in the draught which he stirred
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And he laughed… he went «ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,»
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And there are seven suns and there are seven moons,
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Eight the blazing fires by the first of June,
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Nine is for the maidens dancing round the fountain
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Worshipping the moon rising on the mountain…
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One is for the reaper
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Waiting for his harvest of life.
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Ten is for the galleons coming from the war
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Which our young men fought on a distant shore
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And walking with their flag we counted eleven,
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All that now remain of a hundred young men…
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One is for the reaper
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Waiting for his harvest of life.
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And the sum of the golden times
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In all the ages of man is five
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And the months of the year are twelve
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Made of days, made of hours and minutes that pass
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And they pass and they pass, they pass…
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Now twelve is for the signs in the starbright sky
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In envy of his neighbour challenge and defy,
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I sing you the song of eternal numbers
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But I see a time when all is ended…
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One is for the reaper
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Waiting for his harvest of life.
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There will come a day when the trumpet splits the sky
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And thunder, fire and wind will lay waste the low and high;
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That will be the time in the song of numbers
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When the reaper tires at last of waiting…
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One is for the reaper
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And two the oxen, and three the parts,
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And four is for the stones,
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Five is for the ages, six is for the herbs,
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And seven are the suns,
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And seven are the moons, eight is for the fires,
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Nine is for the maidens, ten is for the galleons,
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Eleven for the young men, twelve is for the signs
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And twelve for time a’passing…
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One is for the reaper who laughs
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As one by one the stars blink out |