Dido and Aeneas, The Witches

Hey, tell them say, folks I will. All the good nights and the days before I'm still. All the good nights and the days before I'm still. All the good nights and the days before I'm still.

The queen of confidence who we hate As we truly cross proceed It's all sweet, shellless, rich and bold, deep-right of game, all love me now.

The Trojan Prince, you know his bond, I hate to see his hand, gold, the queen in here, They are now in jail.

Hark! Hark! The crime on monotheists. But when they've done, they trust in, inform the curating self, As thick from joy shall shine in thin, And the torch in thin light, With all his dreams that fade.

I'm trying to make them far Too bad they're haunting far Too bad they're haunting far I'm trying to make them far I'm trying to make them far I am back to heart