jim james
ballad of sir frankie crisp (let it roll)
let it roll across the floor through the hall and out the door to the fountain of perpetual mirth let it roll for all it's worth find me where ye echo lays lose ye bodies in the maze see the lord and all the mouths he feeds let it roll among the weeds let it roll let it roll down through the caves ye long walks of coole and shades through ye woode here may ye rest awhile handkerchiefs to match your tie let it roll let it roll let it roll let it roll fools illusions everywhere joan and molly sweep the stairs eyes that shining full of inner light let it roll into the night let it roll let it roll let it roll let it roll let it roll let it roll