The wise men desert the promised land,
Monsoon glooms and deferred showers,
blackened diamond sparkles sharp,
Debts pull down the Hellenic towers.
A ship sunk low in Orient seas
A leadened stack withdrawn from sight
I wait with fretful bated breath
Amidst bear baiting and bull fight.
The sun towards the evening sinks
promising us a better dawn
The tides rise slow from lowest low
the show, my darling, must go on…
Monsoon glooms and deferred showers,
blackened diamond sparkles sharp,
Debts pull down the Hellenic towers.
A ship sunk low in Orient seas
A leadened stack withdrawn from sight
I wait with fretful bated breath
Amidst bear baiting and bull fight.
The sun towards the evening sinks
promising us a better dawn
The tides rise slow from lowest low
the show, my darling, must go on…
