Just a little fun project of ours and a tribute to a great artist and his song.
We do - of course - not own any of the rights to this song.

Vocals 1/2: Kea Seaman
Lyrics adapted by: Kea Seaman
Arrangement & mixing: Yours truly
Shawm, tin whistle and jaw harp played by: Yours truly

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Lyrics:

Be mine arms thus strong
Blessings of Babylon
Onward, hence, anon
Seek we sinners there and yon
Off to yon brave New World, make haste
Sages chaste.

Aquitaine hath its arbors, lo, methinks I have found
Elder man of yon river doth go ‘round and around
In the night he illuminateth me with his mind
In a moral dilemma be two sides, thou shalt find
But, alas, for he’ll not fight o’er thee.

Mine plan cunning, thus,
Larder wi’ thou and me
Daybreak shall not see
Us bandy such long characters.
Oh for anything but light
Sages sprightly battle, fight.

Thou dost not see me
February’s saint
Songs and words doth paint
And doth not burn our history
Midsummer’s horses and its gold
Sage hath told

Aquitaine hath its arbors, lo, methinks I have found
Elder man of yon river doth go ‘round and around
In the night he illuminateth me with his mind
In a moral dilemma be two sides, thou shalt find
But, alas, for he’ll not fight o’er thee.

To beguile the time
Glances exchanged inside
It would be wise to hide.
A blackbird singeth with no rhyme
Thanks be to calling of the wild
Sage’s child

Aquitaine hath its arbors, lo, methinks I have found
Elder man of yon river doth go ‘round and around
In the night he illuminateth me with his mind
In a moral dilemma be two sides, thou shalt find
But, alas, for he’ll not fight o’er thee. (x2)

Nay he shall not ever fight o’er thee