Ornaments
Được tạo ra bởi Fizmod với Udio AI
Lyrics
The townsfolk, they thought Limrik’s gone mad. But that’s not quite right for Limrik is glad. The townsfolk, they’ll see something, they’ll whither. They’ll cry. Limrik won’t get it. He won’t even try. In the arms of a widow limped one little boy. The cheers of the town filled Limrik with joy! [verse] Limrik was entranced by the tears they did spill. They reminded him of bubbles, and that nearest by hill. Remembering the bubbles, Limrik had laughter. The townsfolk, they seethed, it was him they were after! Limrik’s smile creased, the townsfolk gave chase! Limrik was happy, he made friends in this place! [verse] Running around and into the trees, Limrik escaped them and stalked them with ease. Limrik he got them. Snagged one by one, Raised up into the branches their seeking was done. The townsfolk, they’re perched high in the trees. [verse] Their bodies, they dangle and sway in the breeze. Bound to the branches by necklace of rope, They dance with the wind, long lost is their hope. They’re one with the trees, from their limbs many hang. With them Limrik danced! He danced and he sang! The townsfolk, they loved him. They loved him in scores! [outro] [outro] Limrik he saved them from the town’s many bores. Now they are treefolk. They’re still and they’re clever. Hung from the trees they’ll be dancing forever…
