ALPHAVILLE - All In The Golden Afternoon lyrics
rate meAll in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide<br>For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied<br>While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide<br><br>Ah, cruel three! in such an hour beneath such dreamy wheather<br>To beg a tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest feather<br>And what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together<br><br>Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they persue<br>The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new<br>In friendly chat with bird or beast- and half believe it true<br><br>And ever as the story drained the wells of fancy dry<br>And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by<br>The next time. it is next time the happy voices cry<br><br>Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly, one by one<br>It's quaint events were hammered out<br>And now the tale is done and home we steer<br>A merry crew<br>Beneath the setting sun<br><br><br>Lewis carrol
